Caught off guard, Firo jumps when Roland does, and his head shoots around to look at whatever has his friend so horrified. With the intensity of the reaction, he half-expects to see something or someone there.
Nothing.
Regrouping, Firo thrusts himself in front of Roland--and in between him and the space he's staring at--and tries to grab both of his arms. He squeezes his fingers as tightly as he can. Even if it takes his full weight, he presses back to try to keep him from moving forward anymore.
"Hey! Just listen to me!" He doesn't bother controlling his volume at all--maybe the loud sound will help jolt him back. "There's nothing here. Whatever the hell it is you're afraid of, it's not there. Look." He risks letting go with one hand so he can wave it around in the general space Roland's looking at.
"There's nothing. Whatever the hell this door is, it's not there and you don't hafta worry about it. It's not there now and it won't be. And it wasn't there before, either--I've been here, remember?"
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Nothing.
Regrouping, Firo thrusts himself in front of Roland--and in between him and the space he's staring at--and tries to grab both of his arms. He squeezes his fingers as tightly as he can. Even if it takes his full weight, he presses back to try to keep him from moving forward anymore.
"Hey! Just listen to me!" He doesn't bother controlling his volume at all--maybe the loud sound will help jolt him back. "There's nothing here. Whatever the hell it is you're afraid of, it's not there. Look." He risks letting go with one hand so he can wave it around in the general space Roland's looking at.
"There's nothing. Whatever the hell this door is, it's not there and you don't hafta worry about it. It's not there now and it won't be. And it wasn't there before, either--I've been here, remember?"