[Is there something familiar here, too? It's so god damn hazy, like he should remember, but also, it doesn't even fucking matter. Does any of it? The man he's latched onto says something, and he only remembers to focus partway through, catching some tone, half-words, mouth movements. He gets enough of the gist, he thinks. Got a real English bent, he can see it in the way the man forms his vowels.
He flashes the briefest of smiles, all teeth, not altogether real. Is this fear that's clawing up his throat? Fear and confusion and panic and a need for others. He needs this help. He can't do any of this on his own.
Oh. Helpless. It comes to him so naturally. And why wouldn't it--]
Yeah. Please. Thanks. [He leans more of his weight on the stranger.] Doctor or magic or whatever. Need a pick-me-up. [To say the least. It's a start.]
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He flashes the briefest of smiles, all teeth, not altogether real. Is this fear that's clawing up his throat? Fear and confusion and panic and a need for others. He needs this help. He can't do any of this on his own.
Oh. Helpless. It comes to him so naturally. And why wouldn't it--]
Yeah. Please. Thanks. [He leans more of his weight on the stranger.] Doctor or magic or whatever. Need a pick-me-up. [To say the least. It's a start.]