"Hey!" The exclamation comes more out of worry than any need to grab Roland's attention. Firo tries to wrap one arm under Roland's to help prop him up. "I--hang on."
It's all flying over his head, the goddamned doors, the desert. He holds onto what he can: their names, the comparison. Anything that might be important. Right now, he doesn't know if he's helping or hurting.
"God, I don't--" He rarely approaches getting to know someone so systematically. With the strong personalities he tends to meet, Firo often finds himself just along for the ride. He doesn't know what the second thing is, or the third, or all those after that. But he has to come up with something--he has to make that fearful look on Roland's face go away.
"I want to know... I want to know how they act, I guess. If they're the type to stand by you or run. But you already said they're loyal. Tell me what you guys did together. Is that gonna help?"
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It's all flying over his head, the goddamned doors, the desert. He holds onto what he can: their names, the comparison. Anything that might be important. Right now, he doesn't know if he's helping or hurting.
"God, I don't--" He rarely approaches getting to know someone so systematically. With the strong personalities he tends to meet, Firo often finds himself just along for the ride. He doesn't know what the second thing is, or the third, or all those after that. But he has to come up with something--he has to make that fearful look on Roland's face go away.
"I want to know... I want to know how they act, I guess. If they're the type to stand by you or run. But you already said they're loyal. Tell me what you guys did together. Is that gonna help?"