Oh. He knows that face. It takes him a second, but he does still, and the steadying hands are more welcome than they should be. Funny how she asks things, though: he's one of the missing, gone for three days straight, not a hint of alcohol on him. He's never tried human soporifics and doesn't plan to.
"Sore and dizzy," he says, and it's not a lie, but it's clearly not the whole truth. He doesn't need someone uninvolved knowing about the bandaged gunshot wounds on his thigh, let alone the treatment from the Peacekeepers. "And kind of sick. Don't carry me."
He doesn't have anything to throw up, but he doesn't need to feel worse by being jostled around. His pride, such as it is, has long since been shattered on the floor somewhere.
"Just give me something to lean on and take me up to District 6."
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Oh. He knows that face. It takes him a second, but he does still, and the steadying hands are more welcome than they should be. Funny how she asks things, though: he's one of the missing, gone for three days straight, not a hint of alcohol on him. He's never tried human soporifics and doesn't plan to.
"Sore and dizzy," he says, and it's not a lie, but it's clearly not the whole truth. He doesn't need someone uninvolved knowing about the bandaged gunshot wounds on his thigh, let alone the treatment from the Peacekeepers. "And kind of sick. Don't carry me."
He doesn't have anything to throw up, but he doesn't need to feel worse by being jostled around. His pride, such as it is, has long since been shattered on the floor somewhere.
"Just give me something to lean on and take me up to District 6."