[This isn't the reunion he'd either hoped for nor the one he assumed would be reality. Joan isn't yelling at him or breaking down in frustrated or happy tears - he could never tell the difference. She's not punching him or slapping his arm. She's not giving him sass or walking away from him to get a bit of fresh air. She's just here, helping. Just like she'd always done. She doesn't question it and just falls in stride like he'd never jumped from a roof in the first place.
It's better like this, in a way. He can handle this. At least, he can handle it until they get to a place where they're safe and in private.]
Not in immediate danger.
[His voice sounds ragged even to him. He's so thirsty and he's lost a lot of fluids from sweat and less pleasant excretions since being tied to this chair. As a former medical professional, Joan has undoubtedly dealt with worse. Still, he prefers to keep better hygiene than this.]
Feet next.
[As soon as Joan works his hands free, he pulls them to a more natural position and rubs the pain from his wrists. He can tell by the stinging on his wrists and the light moisture on his fingertips that the restraints had rubbed his skin raw.]
no subject
It's better like this, in a way. He can handle this. At least, he can handle it until they get to a place where they're safe and in private.]
Not in immediate danger.
[His voice sounds ragged even to him. He's so thirsty and he's lost a lot of fluids from sweat and less pleasant excretions since being tied to this chair. As a former medical professional, Joan has undoubtedly dealt with worse. Still, he prefers to keep better hygiene than this.]
Feet next.
[As soon as Joan works his hands free, he pulls them to a more natural position and rubs the pain from his wrists. He can tell by the stinging on his wrists and the light moisture on his fingertips that the restraints had rubbed his skin raw.]
How did you find me?