[ At Mel's comment, he quirks an eyebrow, slightly baffled. Sure, the adrenaline is a thing, but there's cuts and scrapes that he can feel the sting of. Bruises that he knows for sure will feel like hell come morning.
(But maybe, maybe something about that resonates with him). ]
Couple blocks. Come on.
[ Arthur pulls away with some reluctance, carefully moves his hand so Mel's hair doesn't brush too harshly against his wound. It's not a far walk at all, just a little over a couple blocks. Then it's up the stairs, through the mailroom and lobby, and another set of stairs to the second floor. The jangle of his keys is loud in the quiet hallway, but only long enough to unlock the front door. He leans in, flicks on the light and gestures for Mel to go first.
After, he follows him in, shuts and re-locks the door, and deposits his keys in the dish nearby. There's tension here, enough he could probably cut it with a knife. But he doesn't know where to displace the energy, the leftover nerves. Unthinking, he steps closer to Mel, encroaches on his personal space. He brings his hands up to either side of his face, presumably to get a better look.
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(But maybe, maybe something about that resonates with him). ]
Couple blocks. Come on.
[ Arthur pulls away with some reluctance, carefully moves his hand so Mel's hair doesn't brush too harshly against his wound. It's not a far walk at all, just a little over a couple blocks. Then it's up the stairs, through the mailroom and lobby, and another set of stairs to the second floor. The jangle of his keys is loud in the quiet hallway, but only long enough to unlock the front door. He leans in, flicks on the light and gestures for Mel to go first.
After, he follows him in, shuts and re-locks the door, and deposits his keys in the dish nearby. There's tension here, enough he could probably cut it with a knife. But he doesn't know where to displace the energy, the leftover nerves. Unthinking, he steps closer to Mel, encroaches on his personal space. He brings his hands up to either side of his face, presumably to get a better look.
Instead, he pauses, initial scrutiny forgotten. ]
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