He squints, eyes locked on that withdrawn left hand even as he uses the right to haul himself up, staggering under the swinging weight of his messenger bag but it's fine? He's fine. He can steady himself before he tips over (again), and thank his luck that the thermos held rather than popping open to soak them both with black coffee. "Relax."
Offhand and only a little irritated as he reaches for the guy's left hand without asking- the pull and wince were noticeable and he can't help the details his mind picks up. "This is...shitty work. Seriously, I'm offended, they have you walking around on campus with this bullshit when- yeah, no, this? This isn't going to stand. I help you, you help me, we both walk away happy. Right?"
Not that he's explaining his thought process as he starts to all but drag Mr. Muscles in the direction he'd been walking.
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He squints, eyes locked on that withdrawn left hand even as he uses the right to haul himself up, staggering under the swinging weight of his messenger bag but it's fine? He's fine. He can steady himself before he tips over (again), and thank his luck that the thermos held rather than popping open to soak them both with black coffee. "Relax."
Offhand and only a little irritated as he reaches for the guy's left hand without asking- the pull and wince were noticeable and he can't help the details his mind picks up. "This is...shitty work. Seriously, I'm offended, they have you walking around on campus with this bullshit when- yeah, no, this? This isn't going to stand. I help you, you help me, we both walk away happy. Right?"
Not that he's explaining his thought process as he starts to all but drag Mr. Muscles in the direction he'd been walking.