[stahn is still too panicked for the other emotions to set in yet—relief that leon is okay, bewilderment he's here at all, guilt for leading him into a situation so terrible more than once.
his grip remains tight to keep leon steady on his feet. he stops more than once in an attempt to give leon the time he needs. trying to walk in this state can't be easy, especially with the way his breath has hitched more than once. it sets so much worry in stahn; this isn't the leon he remembers at all. the leon he remembers would scoff at help, bark insults, and even through his deepest fears continue to press forward without a single complaint. it had been like that for their whole journey—every boat ride, where he excused himself and bore the discomfort of motion sickness until he was found out had been just that.
so it's alarming, no doubt, to see such a fragile side of leon. but it doesn't make him doubt that this is leon—the real leon, his leon. it doesn't make him doubt that in the slightest, but it does bring to mind the agonizing truth of how badly he must have suffered just to let everyone else flee to safety.
it's the worst.
it makes his chest hurt. almost like everything is constricting in his chest.
how much pain did leon feel? how much of it does he remember right now?
there are so many other things stahn absolutely should be more focused on right now, but all of it falls to the wayside because leon's well-being is that much more important to him. even his own apologies get pushed aside for this as they make they're way back to the shore. and even then? stahn keeps going until they're about ten feet away from the water before trying to guide him to sit down.]
Come on... sit down. Let's take a break. [they both need it, but sheer depth of stahn's worry oozes from his tone; he practically sounds like he's going to cry from how deeply concerned he is for leon right now.]
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his grip remains tight to keep leon steady on his feet. he stops more than once in an attempt to give leon the time he needs. trying to walk in this state can't be easy, especially with the way his breath has hitched more than once. it sets so much worry in stahn; this isn't the leon he remembers at all. the leon he remembers would scoff at help, bark insults, and even through his deepest fears continue to press forward without a single complaint. it had been like that for their whole journey—every boat ride, where he excused himself and bore the discomfort of motion sickness until he was found out had been just that.
so it's alarming, no doubt, to see such a fragile side of leon. but it doesn't make him doubt that this is leon—the real leon, his leon. it doesn't make him doubt that in the slightest, but it does bring to mind the agonizing truth of how badly he must have suffered just to let everyone else flee to safety.
it's the worst.
it makes his chest hurt. almost like everything is constricting in his chest.
how much pain did leon feel? how much of it does he remember right now?
there are so many other things stahn absolutely should be more focused on right now, but all of it falls to the wayside because leon's well-being is that much more important to him. even his own apologies get pushed aside for this as they make they're way back to the shore. and even then? stahn keeps going until they're about ten feet away from the water before trying to guide him to sit down.]
Come on... sit down. Let's take a break. [they both need it, but sheer depth of stahn's worry oozes from his tone; he practically sounds like he's going to cry from how deeply concerned he is for leon right now.]