( he wouldn't have counted himself unnerved, or anything, by the unconscious bodies surrounding him, but now that he mentions it … maybe it's better that he isn't trying to do this on his own, because …
it isn't weird. it isn't weird at all. it's just nice to have company, that's all.
any … way. at least you'll be off the hook after this body is safely back in its pod, ren. he's not about to make you hoist dead weight off the floor just for the sake of lingering conversation, especially if you've already agreed to it.
it's much easier for shiro to lift his end — but that just comes from having a ridiculous amount of upper body strength and a strange prosthetic arm, the latter of which isn't his fault, and the former … well, that is — and he pauses once they've deposited this poor person back into the space they belong, breathing out a small sound that is equal parts contemplative and something … maybe uncertain?
he wants to think the others are here. maybe they've been waiting on him to wake up, or maybe he'll end up waiting on them. that all remains to be seen. ) Does that kind of thing happen often? ( yeah, he definitely sounds contemplative. like he's already preparing to go in search for his friends, like there's any other way to go about it than that.
( it isn't just because he doesn't want to be alone, either. but because he knows they would have gone looking for him, if their situations were reversed. little does he know … ) ) I mean, some waking up before others. ( he pauses, and then he shakes his head, like he's chastising himself for something. ) I'm sorry, I'm asking you all of this stuff and you don't even know my name. I'm Shiro. ( he offers an apologetic smile, because of course he does. ) And thank you, for helping me. ( and just hanging out. you're good company. )
this got longer than i expected my bad
it isn't weird. it isn't weird at all. it's just nice to have company, that's all.
any … way. at least you'll be off the hook after this body is safely back in its pod, ren. he's not about to make you hoist dead weight off the floor just for the sake of lingering conversation, especially if you've already agreed to it.
it's much easier for shiro to lift his end — but that just comes from having a ridiculous amount of upper body strength and a strange prosthetic arm, the latter of which isn't his fault, and the former … well, that is — and he pauses once they've deposited this poor person back into the space they belong, breathing out a small sound that is equal parts contemplative and something … maybe uncertain?
he wants to think the others are here. maybe they've been waiting on him to wake up, or maybe he'll end up waiting on them. that all remains to be seen. ) Does that kind of thing happen often? ( yeah, he definitely sounds contemplative. like he's already preparing to go in search for his friends, like there's any other way to go about it than that.
( it isn't just because he doesn't want to be alone, either. but because he knows they would have gone looking for him, if their situations were reversed. little does he know … ) ) I mean, some waking up before others. ( he pauses, and then he shakes his head, like he's chastising himself for something. ) I'm sorry, I'm asking you all of this stuff and you don't even know my name. I'm Shiro. ( he offers an apologetic smile, because of course he does. ) And thank you, for helping me. ( and just hanging out. you're good company. )