[Ooookay then, yeah. Water. Let's do that instead. He stands up, bracing his back against the wall for support, holding one hand up, palm out.]
Just, uh...stay there, I guess. If this stuff spreads by touch, you probably don't want it getting all over.
[Seems fairly straightforward. But there's a grit to the way this guy sets his shoulders, some kind of stupidly determined drive where he tries to be self-sustaining even if he can't be. Tim recognizes it. He recognizes it because he's the same way. But he's always "okay". He's always "fine".
It's all just fine.
He roams over to the closet in search of something he can use, he doesn't know what. He opens the door and blinks in surprise. The thing is empty save for a couple bottles of water, which he removes and holds up so Cloud can see with a patient lift of his eyebrows.]
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Just, uh...stay there, I guess. If this stuff spreads by touch, you probably don't want it getting all over.
[Seems fairly straightforward. But there's a grit to the way this guy sets his shoulders, some kind of stupidly determined drive where he tries to be self-sustaining even if he can't be. Tim recognizes it. He recognizes it because he's the same way. But he's always "okay". He's always "fine".
It's all just fine.
He roams over to the closet in search of something he can use, he doesn't know what. He opens the door and blinks in surprise. The thing is empty save for a couple bottles of water, which he removes and holds up so Cloud can see with a patient lift of his eyebrows.]