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[levater.livejournal.com]

*is huddled in the corner of a room, arms over his head, as if trying to brace himself for something*

I-I'll be good... I'll be good, I promise....!


((...S-so you know Metalhead [crimsongrunge ]? I'm kind of jumping on the bandwagon here. Here's his nine year old self, before he ran away from his parents. S-SORRY FOR MORE EMO, BUT MAKE HIM HAPPY? 8DD))

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[levater.livejournal.com]

*just watches him* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Do you want me to bring you somewhere you can sleep, now? You can change into clean clothes, too...

[levater.livejournal.com]

*nods and tries to push himself up*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[sets the plate down and offers him a hand]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakily grabs onto it* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[carefully helps him up]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*as soon as he gets up, he sways, and leans on Asch*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip, supporting him as well as he can] Are you alright...?

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head* I-I don't... feel too good....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...We'll hurry, then. And then I can help you... I don't want you to stay here.

[levater.livejournal.com]

*nods, taking a shaky step forward*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[supports his weight as well as he can and takes a few steps to test how well Asch can walk]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*he's... really leaning on him heavily* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[goes very slowly, then, not wanting to hurt the other boy as he leads him to a room somewhere nearby]

[levater.livejournal.com]

... *stumbles*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[stumbles as well when trying to keep him upright, and pulls him closer to himself] Careful!

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shies away almost instantly, thinking he did something bad* I-I'm sorry...!

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[flinches slightly and bites his lip before answering] ...It's okay. You aren't bad...

[levater.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You really aren't... I just don't want you to fall, or accidentally make me fall.

[levater.livejournal.com]

... *clings onto him* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[hugs him gently]

[levater.livejournal.com]

H-how much... farther...?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Just down this hall... It's near the room we're moving from, so it's close for me to get anything you need.

[levater.livejournal.com]

.... *shuffles along with him, trying not to trip* ... *but does so, this time, managing to fall onto his knees* O-ow...