The directions to leave send an immediate jolt through Firo’s body. “No!” He wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing, and he wants Roland to know it. Leaving him alone right now seems like the absolute worst thing to do. Firo sees those shivers bolting through Roland and, without even thinking about it, adjusts his free hand to give a comforting squeeze.
From last time, he’d learned that there wasn’t much chance of the blow even getting close. It’s not the smack he really wants but the reaction. At first, he’s not sure he’s even secured that… but then he hears the question.
“Yeah, I was, and I'll do it again if I have to.” He answers quickly and without shame, only a hint of wary hope. Roland doesn’t sound completely lucid right now—not by a long shot—but could this be progress? “You kept talkin’ about weird stuff, so I thought it’d snap you out of it.”
He clears his throat, “Do I have your attention now?”
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From last time, he’d learned that there wasn’t much chance of the blow even getting close. It’s not the smack he really wants but the reaction. At first, he’s not sure he’s even secured that… but then he hears the question.
“Yeah, I was, and I'll do it again if I have to.” He answers quickly and without shame, only a hint of wary hope. Roland doesn’t sound completely lucid right now—not by a long shot—but could this be progress? “You kept talkin’ about weird stuff, so I thought it’d snap you out of it.”
He clears his throat, “Do I have your attention now?”