Tom, despite trying to brace against the wall, doesn't make out quite as well when the gravity returns; he lands on his feet, but as soon as he does his knees buckle under the doubled weight of the faulty controls. When a half-second later physics return to normal, he's left wondering exactly what materials are in a human knee to destroy as he gingerly picks himself up.
It's agony, and he finds himself leaning against a wall to spread out his own bodyweight better. Were Grantaire within arm's reach right now, Tom would just stab him in the neck and be done with it, but the boy's a good few yards away and Tom isn't willing to take the steps - the physical steps - necessary to close the distance.
He'll be able to walk without pain soon, he hopes. After he sits here a while with his legs still and slightly elevated.
"You know, I think we should call it even, right here." He pulls the knife back out, flipping it in his hands as if daring Grantaire to try and claim he'd won. As if he's being so magnanimous. "If you want to walk, now's a good time for it."
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It's agony, and he finds himself leaning against a wall to spread out his own bodyweight better. Were Grantaire within arm's reach right now, Tom would just stab him in the neck and be done with it, but the boy's a good few yards away and Tom isn't willing to take the steps - the physical steps - necessary to close the distance.
He'll be able to walk without pain soon, he hopes. After he sits here a while with his legs still and slightly elevated.
"You know, I think we should call it even, right here." He pulls the knife back out, flipping it in his hands as if daring Grantaire to try and claim he'd won. As if he's being so magnanimous. "If you want to walk, now's a good time for it."