[ quentin hears nothing but noise in his ears as he carefully reaches for his boyfriend, smoothing hands over his arms where he doesn't see any immediate injuries. there's blood, there's the smell of burned wood and burned flesh and q takes a second to respond, to stuff down the images from another time and another life so he can focus on koby now. ]
Let's get you to the room. [ because this isn't about tim, this isn't about anyone other than koby right now. koby, koby, koby, who is hurt, who got hurt while q wasn't paying attention. koby who stands here brave and injured and doesn't think twice about himself. ]
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Let's get you to the room. [ because this isn't about tim, this isn't about anyone other than koby right now. koby, koby, koby, who is hurt, who got hurt while q wasn't paying attention. koby who stands here brave and injured and doesn't think twice about himself. ]
Need to clean you up. Can I carry you?