[ yeah, no. thomas recognizes that when he sees it: it's the same way he acts when something bad happens. the same way he compartmentalized teresa going missing. the same way he felt sitting on the bus on the way to the school, chuck's blood on his hands and his face and
thomas blinks to try and keep from thinking of that too much--gotta keep moving gotta keep thinking--and drops down to his knee instead of in a crouch, careful to look her over. despite the blood, she's probably not hurt, and thomas sticks a hand in his harness and comes out with a piece of fabric from the back of it--that's replaceable. ] Here. Clean it off.
[ he remembers the hot shower he took at the school, the first one he felt like he'd ever had--and that he'd stayed in it for hours. crying. shaking. punching the wall. any number of things, anything that forced him to feel instead of just go numb. ] Don't feel bad, when I came out of mine, I pointed a knife at someone. [ there's a little wan humor to his voice, sort of faint. ]
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thomas blinks to try and keep from thinking of that too much--gotta keep moving gotta keep thinking--and drops down to his knee instead of in a crouch, careful to look her over. despite the blood, she's probably not hurt, and thomas sticks a hand in his harness and comes out with a piece of fabric from the back of it--that's replaceable. ] Here. Clean it off.
[ he remembers the hot shower he took at the school, the first one he felt like he'd ever had--and that he'd stayed in it for hours. crying. shaking. punching the wall. any number of things, anything that forced him to feel instead of just go numb. ] Don't feel bad, when I came out of mine, I pointed a knife at someone. [ there's a little wan humor to his voice, sort of faint. ]
Can you stand?