He knows that, and it's becoming still more clear as he looks through every. Fucking. Room. In the fucking castle. He's bolted. He's bolted and he knew that he would because that's what things DO when they're spooked. But what was he supposed to do? Hold him still and force the bandages on to him? Get between him and the door and order him back into the bed?
Maybe he has put everything together a little, despite his best attempts. ]
...lost track of time, huh?
[ He follows the sound of sobs, in the end. Up stairs. And stairs. And stairs. With his human legs and his human lungs. Ugh. He's panting a little when he enters the room, a thick blanket tucked under one arm. He sighs, putting the blanket down. ]
The longer it takes, the longer the oil'll have to do damage. If you can't do it, let me. You'll hate it less in the long run. Promise.
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He knows that, and it's becoming still more clear as he looks through every. Fucking. Room. In the fucking castle. He's bolted. He's bolted and he knew that he would because that's what things DO when they're spooked. But what was he supposed to do? Hold him still and force the bandages on to him? Get between him and the door and order him back into the bed?
Maybe he has put everything together a little, despite his best attempts. ]
...lost track of time, huh?
[ He follows the sound of sobs, in the end. Up stairs. And stairs. And stairs. With his human legs and his human lungs. Ugh. He's panting a little when he enters the room, a thick blanket tucked under one arm. He sighs, putting the blanket down. ]
The longer it takes, the longer the oil'll have to do damage. If you can't do it, let me. You'll hate it less in the long run. Promise.