[Nero gives him some space so he could try to stand and-- now that he was out of the moment, the full-faced blush of self-consciousness finally set in. Ah... had he gotten a little carried away there? He bites his lip but-- still reaches to hold Jason's hand, in case he still needed something to steady himself with.]
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[he's just going to swing his legs over, so he can test movement.
it hurts. it still fucking hurts, but this was a level of pain he was getting used to dealing with.]
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You-- still look pale...
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[he stands, and to his credit, he doesn't buckle. but he's definitely still favoring one leg over the other.
and time to glance at a mirror.]
... Huh.
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[Because it doesn't seem like the pain's gone away completely, if he still looked like that. There's definitely a limp there.]
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... I can probably manage it.
[he managed it last night]
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[please? dont fall off a tower]
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[at least he's reassuring]
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[Because he knows Jason is probably doing it for his sake and any sense of self preservation.
Anyways, he's still gonna walk him to the door.]
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well, fine, he gets a quick peck. but that's it. he needs to not think about this.]
Call me sooner if you're gonna get plastered again.
[And then he'll step out the door]