[ Alec already said he wouldn't stop Rufus, and he doesn't. To Junior's credit, he nearly makes it, but all the while, Alec stays a handful of paces behind, eyes on the bloodied gash in Rufus' shoulder and the man himself. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing, and Alec knows it well - he also knows what it feels like when it's gone, and all the aches and scrapes and mistakes of the previous battle suddenly make themselves known.
Sometimes he can grit his teeth and bear it, sometimes he can't.
This must be one of those "can't" times. Pain tenses Rufus' entire frame, and he seeks out the first thing he can for support. Alec closes the gap between them, moving to Rufus' injured side to try again to peer at the wound. ]
Worse than you thought, eh chief?
[ Alec hadn't been prepared for a jaunt into the more wild part of the slums, his little stock of potions and other first aid items left behind at home in favor of a change of clothes. Now he knows better. ]
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Sometimes he can grit his teeth and bear it, sometimes he can't.
This must be one of those "can't" times. Pain tenses Rufus' entire frame, and he seeks out the first thing he can for support. Alec closes the gap between them, moving to Rufus' injured side to try again to peer at the wound. ]
Worse than you thought, eh chief?
[ Alec hadn't been prepared for a jaunt into the more wild part of the slums, his little stock of potions and other first aid items left behind at home in favor of a change of clothes. Now he knows better. ]
Can you make it? We're almost home free.