[ Red breathes, but it's perhaps the first one that isn't entirely drawn out, and while it trembles so does the rest of him, shakes that aren't going to leave his body yet. He doesn't think just on the off-chance it's not safe, but that leaves a feeling like a wall in his head, where saying anything becomes harder.
Ugh. ]
...I'll think about it. [ Up a hand goes, wiping away at his face, blotchy yet drained on colour in the places red doesn't speck it. ] I'll...I'll see if there's anyone.
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Ugh. ]
...I'll think about it. [ Up a hand goes, wiping away at his face, blotchy yet drained on colour in the places red doesn't speck it. ] I'll...I'll see if there's anyone.