[He has no problems with moving closer to Inigo. Maybe later they'll joke about it; Inigo will talk about how great a hero he was, defeating the terrible Risen and sweeping the damsel Brady off his feet in the heat of battle to ferry him to safety, and Brady will furiously deny anything like that happening. Right now, feeling Inigo against his side, the arm steady around him is an incredible comfort to Brady's frazzled nerves.
And he's definitely not letting go of Inigo anytime soon. As far as he knows, Inigo's the only friendly face within miles of him, and if he loses that... well, he's honestly as good as dead. Given how often he winds up in the med tent anyway for non-lethal but debilitating injuries in battle, things that come just from dodging attacks and not direct confrontation, he knows his chances out here alone would be slim to none with his current condition.
He doesn't know if it's something he would've picked up on before, or if it's the close quarters or lack of eyesight working for him, but he can hear the fear in Inigo's voice. It makes the next swallow hard, like he's getting down a lump of iron in his throat. He closes his eyes, because there's no point in them being open anyway, and he's treated plenty of patients in his time on his own - he knows what they must look like right now.]
Y-yeah. [He feels like he should say something else. But when he tries, he's at a loss for words, so he shuts his mouth and follows Inigo's lead, trying to shut out the too loud sounds of the battle raging around them, trying not to worry about when it'll close in on them. Despite their arguments and everything else... Brady trusts Inigo. He knows he's safe with the swordsman, but the panic is still at the front of his mind.]
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And he's definitely not letting go of Inigo anytime soon. As far as he knows, Inigo's the only friendly face within miles of him, and if he loses that... well, he's honestly as good as dead. Given how often he winds up in the med tent anyway for non-lethal but debilitating injuries in battle, things that come just from dodging attacks and not direct confrontation, he knows his chances out here alone would be slim to none with his current condition.
He doesn't know if it's something he would've picked up on before, or if it's the close quarters or lack of eyesight working for him, but he can hear the fear in Inigo's voice. It makes the next swallow hard, like he's getting down a lump of iron in his throat. He closes his eyes, because there's no point in them being open anyway, and he's treated plenty of patients in his time on his own - he knows what they must look like right now.]
Y-yeah. [He feels like he should say something else. But when he tries, he's at a loss for words, so he shuts his mouth and follows Inigo's lead, trying to shut out the too loud sounds of the battle raging around them, trying not to worry about when it'll close in on them. Despite their arguments and everything else... Brady trusts Inigo. He knows he's safe with the swordsman, but the panic is still at the front of his mind.]