Sorry...your wings must be sore. You're freezing, too.
[Somewhere in the anxious humming of his mind, he finds it odd that Marco hasn't spoken a word yet. But he chalks it up to exhaustion, maybe borderline delirium - which only makes him wonder more and more about what happened. He doesn't know which question Marco was answering when he shook his head, and more questions prickle on his tongue, but right now, making sure he's okay comes first.
When they reach Marco's bed, he gently retracts his arm. Unless Marco asks for more help, he'll let him lie down himself.]
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[Somewhere in the anxious humming of his mind, he finds it odd that Marco hasn't spoken a word yet. But he chalks it up to exhaustion, maybe borderline delirium - which only makes him wonder more and more about what happened. He doesn't know which question Marco was answering when he shook his head, and more questions prickle on his tongue, but right now, making sure he's okay comes first.
When they reach Marco's bed, he gently retracts his arm. Unless Marco asks for more help, he'll let him lie down himself.]
Does it hurt anywhere else?