“I feel woozy.”
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Nodding his head, his feet carry him over to the girl. He stops at a set distance away from her and looks down to the girl sat on the floor. Not sat - slumped.
“It has that effect.” Bending down, he meets her eye level. She did intact look like she was about to deal over and pass out. Upon her face blinking to his words he suddenly realises he spoke out of context and offers her a hand. “You hit your head really hard and fell to floor.” he hums to himself lightly before she takes hold of his hand and helps to heave her up.
“Lucky for you I was the only one to come to your aid.” checking that she is steady on her feet and lets go off her. Keeping a small amount of distance between the two. Not because he didn’t want to be around her but because he didn’t trust himself around people - not after everything he had done in his past. A past that in a weird turn of events he’s proud of no matter how dark and twisted it was.
















