[puzzling over how Grey found him at all is enough of a distraction as to keep him from being overly fussy with being handled - though it is uncomfortable, to be sure. he stifles his discomfort by gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut to lessen the stomach-dropping feeling of flight as he leans into Grey's much-sturdier frame.
it's not your job to find me, what were you thinking?! you could've been killed...
...like those orderlies, their blood all over the walls and floor. and Grey. he gulps back down on bile and ducks his head.]
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on 2024-03-06 06:50 pm (UTC)it's not your job to find me, what were you thinking?! you could've been killed...
...like those orderlies, their blood all over the walls and floor. and Grey. he gulps back down on bile and ducks his head.]