[ He finds he doesn’t like that look on Connor’s face, distressed and uneasy. He really did worry him, and that wasn’t his intention, either. He was so desperate not to lose Connor, he didn’t even think of what it would be like if Connor were to lose him.
What a sorry excuse for a protector he is.
He amends, right then and there, that he will do better next time. Next time they’ll work together, back to back, so that neither of them has to worry. ]
My legs still work just fine… I think.
[ He still feels a bit sluggish, if he’s being honest. He hopes he can fake it, but a few lame kicks quickly make it apparent that he cannot. ]
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What a sorry excuse for a protector he is.
He amends, right then and there, that he will do better next time. Next time they’ll work together, back to back, so that neither of them has to worry. ]
My legs still work just fine… I think.
[ He still feels a bit sluggish, if he’s being honest. He hopes he can fake it, but a few lame kicks quickly make it apparent that he cannot. ]
But I probably do need a hand.