( it's more the suddenness of her pull than the actual force that makes him reel forward. one knee hitting the floor, he braces his right hand against the wall to keep himself from fully collapsing into her space — not that he would have fit all that well. he's too tall, too broad-shouldered. )
They aren't here. ( he says it more firmly but his voice remains soft and calm — its typical reassuring candor. ) This is... elsewhere. ( he hesitates for a brief moment before he takes her injured hand, setting it on top of his upright knee. retrieving a small jar from his coat's pocket, he twists off the cap, swiping some of the dark green paste onto his fingers. ) This is going to sting a little. ( he doesn't look at her as he smears the concoction onto the cut to stop the bleeding. )
Laura. ( he finally meets her eyes again as he returns the jar to his pocket. ) Do you trust me?
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They aren't here. ( he says it more firmly but his voice remains soft and calm — its typical reassuring candor. ) This is... elsewhere. ( he hesitates for a brief moment before he takes her injured hand, setting it on top of his upright knee. retrieving a small jar from his coat's pocket, he twists off the cap, swiping some of the dark green paste onto his fingers. ) This is going to sting a little. ( he doesn't look at her as he smears the concoction onto the cut to stop the bleeding. )
Laura. ( he finally meets her eyes again as he returns the jar to his pocket. ) Do you trust me?