[Third floor, and he gets up there. Don't mind how, and definitely don't mind the grunts of pain that he emits as he climbs. Climbing up a fire escape on a fucked up wrist isn't ideal, but on the other hand, better than looking weak, right? Or even weaker than before, Christ, let him keep what tatters of his pride he has left.
Whatever. The point is: they make it, and though his head is swimming, he ducks into the room, immediately going for whatever bed or chair is nearest. The climb opened a few wounds, and for a few seconds he stares at nothing, panting heavily. Blood is dried over his knuckles, his neck; absently he wipes at his nose, trying to stem some of the flow.]
Can I stay the night?
[He has to ask. He can't presume, not with Spot, not in his territory.]
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Date: 2020-05-02 02:58 am (UTC)Whatever. The point is: they make it, and though his head is swimming, he ducks into the room, immediately going for whatever bed or chair is nearest. The climb opened a few wounds, and for a few seconds he stares at nothing, panting heavily. Blood is dried over his knuckles, his neck; absently he wipes at his nose, trying to stem some of the flow.]
Can I stay the night?
[He has to ask. He can't presume, not with Spot, not in his territory.]