A glance down toward the key in his hand again, barely taking note of fresh indentations in his palm. The truth of the matter is that he's very far from fine, but that's neither something he wishes to thrust upon someone else, nor something that can be easily solved.
"Well... there is an address here. I can find it, I think."
He just has to pick the right house, after all. In a few minutes. Once he's a little more confident in his legs' ability to hold him up. He's a little worried... hopes he's not irritating Badou too much. A slight lump forms in his throat, the tips of his fingers turning numb...
And then he climbs up to his feet again, shoulders slightly slumped, shaking his head quickly. "I'll go there now," he says, each syllable sounding a little stifled, a little forced as the anxiety begins to dull his senses. "Won't trouble you."
He thinks......
Badou's shoulders slump in turn. That isn't reassuring at all. Not one iota. He might get-- somewhere, maybe even where his place is, but will he pass out along the way.
"You're not--"
A sigh this time. Badou straightens. He'd throw one of Mo Xuanyu's arms over his shoulders if he didn't think the guy would fly off the handle, or into the atmosphere.
"We're both going that way. Maybe we can get you a doctor on the way, too..."
