Isamu in a panic attack was about as clingy as a grieving Ziggy. But Minoru didn’t mind the one, and he certainly didn’t mind the other. He just kept rubbing Isamu’s back and reminding him to breathe.
“This might have been sliiiiightly more dangerous than I thought...” he admitted softly.
“That still qualifies as an understatement, Minoru. Please do not tell me you are still intending to go back outside and scale the building...”
“No... no. I’m good.” He whispered soothingly. “I’m good.”
Isamu had his head buried in Minoru’s coat, so he didn’t watch Jack practically falling off the horse. Minoru, meanwhile, could only watch. He did notice the blood, but didn’t say anything out loud. He was trying to calm Isamu down, not rile him right back up with what was probably a bullet wound. Never mind an unconscious Jack in Donya’s arms.
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on 2020-12-24 04:14 pm (UTC)“This might have been sliiiiightly more dangerous than I thought...” he admitted softly.
“That still qualifies as an understatement, Minoru. Please do not tell me you are still intending to go back outside and scale the building...”
“No... no. I’m good.” He whispered soothingly. “I’m good.”
Isamu had his head buried in Minoru’s coat, so he didn’t watch Jack practically falling off the horse. Minoru, meanwhile, could only watch. He did notice the blood, but didn’t say anything out loud. He was trying to calm Isamu down, not rile him right back up with what was probably a bullet wound. Never mind an unconscious Jack in Donya’s arms.
All of that had been way too close for comfort.