[koby's trembling all over, but he still manages a brave smile, squeezes quentin's arms with both hands, tries to focus on inhale, exhale, in, out. his eyes are glassy, glazed, pupils wide, and it takes a long moment for him to nod.]
Yes. You -- I could walk. [he says it with mild confusion, brow knitting, as if he's unsure -- maybe he could, maybe not, now that it's out there he's not so confident. his head hurts, and that had been why he asked quentin to come in the first place, because walking seemed so daunting, so impossible. koby frowns deeper, looks down at his feet, then up at quentin.] I feel like I probably -- shouldn't walk.
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Yes. You -- I could walk. [he says it with mild confusion, brow knitting, as if he's unsure -- maybe he could, maybe not, now that it's out there he's not so confident. his head hurts, and that had been why he asked quentin to come in the first place, because walking seemed so daunting, so impossible. koby frowns deeper, looks down at his feet, then up at quentin.] I feel like I probably -- shouldn't walk.