[There's a pained bracing that he can't quite avoid, using her firm steadying of his weight to roll his good leg under him as they rise and lift himself up along with her the rest of the way, inhaling sharp at the pivot of the full-leg cast on the other limb on changing elevation. He stays silent for a few moments with his head ducked and expression screwed up tight, letting the sharpness die into a dull thud, tightening his arm's hold against her shoulders. But he lets out a bracing exhale and a nod to show he's managing, testing his leverage on his working limb.]
Fandom Foodies. Just... the lobby, I guess. I think that would be easiest. Maybe. [Goddammit this hurts like the dickens, though.]
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Fandom Foodies. Just... the lobby, I guess. I think that would be easiest. Maybe. [Goddammit this hurts like the dickens, though.]
Do you mind?