It takes Cloud just a second too long to respond, his mind drifting in and out of a daze. It's Zack's stumble that brings him back to reality. "...you okay?" Maybe he shouldn't be leaning so heavily on the older man. He's sixteen (seventeen? How long have they been here?); he should be able to pull himself together at least enough to walk.
With focus and deliberation, he tries to straighten up - but really, he only partially succeeds. Not so much of his weight (and even scrawny as he is, he still weighs something) is having off of Zack, at least. Still can't find his balance on his own, though.
Hopefully, it'll be enough.
What he isn't expecting, though, is for the door to open. Cloud jerks back, losing his footing in the process, as alarm shoots his adrenaline sky high. "Zack!" he shouts in warning, and never mind how non-threatening that head of tousled brown hair appears to be that pokes through the opening door. He's long since learned not to judge by appearances here. No one who works here is safe to trust.
(But really, it's only Kunsel, looking at them with an eyebrow cocked in concern.
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With focus and deliberation, he tries to straighten up - but really, he only partially succeeds. Not so much of his weight (and even scrawny as he is, he still weighs something) is having off of Zack, at least. Still can't find his balance on his own, though.
Hopefully, it'll be enough.
What he isn't expecting, though, is for the door to open. Cloud jerks back, losing his footing in the process, as alarm shoots his adrenaline sky high. "Zack!" he shouts in warning, and never mind how non-threatening that head of tousled brown hair appears to be that pokes through the opening door. He's long since learned not to judge by appearances here. No one who works here is safe to trust.
(But really, it's only Kunsel, looking at them with an eyebrow cocked in concern.
"...you knocked?"
Yes, he heard that painful thud on the door.)