[Carried in?] Again? [As in, he had to be carried by Iona to the Grind's couch a second time? It was becoming a habit he wasn't growing proud of.
He focuses, still rubbing at his eyes, trying to remember more clearly the details of last night. He remembers leaning on Iona as they made their way back, the concrete below them feeling far more unsteady than it should. They spoke about... what? Courage and...
Oh.] Ah, crap. [He mutters it to himself, recalling a few things he said that he would consider a bit embarrassing now. Maybe, he hopes, Iona will think nothing of it today.
He looks over at Oren, whose back is already turned as he makes coffee and breakfast.]
Need help? [He feels bad for being a couch bum for yet another night.]
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He focuses, still rubbing at his eyes, trying to remember more clearly the details of last night. He remembers leaning on Iona as they made their way back, the concrete below them feeling far more unsteady than it should. They spoke about... what? Courage and...
Oh.] Ah, crap. [He mutters it to himself, recalling a few things he said that he would consider a bit embarrassing now. Maybe, he hopes, Iona will think nothing of it today.
He looks over at Oren, whose back is already turned as he makes coffee and breakfast.]
Need help? [He feels bad for being a couch bum for yet another night.]