[ Well, this wasn't about Rich, so he wasn't even thinking how he was feeling. He was more coherent than Pete, and that was rare something, at least? ]
[ The claim made him angry, though. ]
The flark you have. This is not patrolling, Peter. It's... it's... being a danger to yourself and others!
[ But Rich wasn't unaware that even the casual touch had been painful, so he kept his hands... well. Light, and over Peter's clothes. One supporting hand on each shoulder. And his voice, although anger made the words intense, didn't rise into a yell. ]
We're going to our room. You're getting a shower, a clean change of clothing, and as much of a meal as I can scrounge up for you. Then you'll sleep, and don't tell me you can't.
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raresomething, at least? ][ The claim made him angry, though. ]
The flark you have. This is not patrolling, Peter. It's... it's... being a danger to yourself and others!
[ But Rich wasn't unaware that even the casual touch had been painful, so he kept his hands... well. Light, and over Peter's clothes. One supporting hand on each shoulder. And his voice, although anger made the words intense, didn't rise into a yell. ]
We're going to our room. You're getting a shower, a clean change of clothing, and as much of a meal as I can scrounge up for you. Then you'll sleep, and don't tell me you can't.