He'll try to twist his fingers around Roland’s hand if the man doesn’t do anything about it; it’s just a hunch, but he wonders if touching directly and not just through his clothes does more to bring him back. What harm can it do at this point? Things have already come to a head.
His heart sinks when Roland seems to go back to that goddamn door so quickly. And then he moves again--that's even worse. “Oh no you don’t!”
This time, Firo doesn’t go for just a paltry slap. If he has it, he tightens his grip with the hand that’s holding Roland’s. And then he hurls himself bodily at the other man, aiming to bowl him over if he can—at the least, he wants to cut off any advance towards this “door” Roland thinks is in the room with them.
Whether his efforts are proving to be ineffectual or not, he calls out as close to Roland’s ears as he can shove himself, “Listen to me! Just cut it out about the goddamn door and listen to me!”
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His heart sinks when Roland seems to go back to that goddamn door so quickly. And then he moves again--that's even worse. “Oh no you don’t!”
This time, Firo doesn’t go for just a paltry slap. If he has it, he tightens his grip with the hand that’s holding Roland’s. And then he hurls himself bodily at the other man, aiming to bowl him over if he can—at the least, he wants to cut off any advance towards this “door” Roland thinks is in the room with them.
Whether his efforts are proving to be ineffectual or not, he calls out as close to Roland’s ears as he can shove himself, “Listen to me! Just cut it out about the goddamn door and listen to me!”