But John shuffles out of the way, properly alarmed now. He's not sure whether to prepare for a fight, or... Or what? Run? Whatever Serph became tonight, he has clearly retained scraps of power where John has not. Back in Arthur's fragile human body, he stands little chance against any monster. Even one who has to stumble to the bed.
But perhaps that response is... hasty. Unkind. He loves their body, and he has allowed more damage to it tonight than he can bear to admit. The least he can do is allow them to rest, for Arthur's sake if not his own. Serph merely looks unusual. John ought to know better than to judge by one's appearance.
He crowds up against the wall to make room, still frowning, but with the tension slowly easing from him. "You're still injured."
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But John shuffles out of the way, properly alarmed now. He's not sure whether to prepare for a fight, or... Or what? Run? Whatever Serph became tonight, he has clearly retained scraps of power where John has not. Back in Arthur's fragile human body, he stands little chance against any monster. Even one who has to stumble to the bed.
But perhaps that response is... hasty. Unkind. He loves their body, and he has allowed more damage to it tonight than he can bear to admit. The least he can do is allow them to rest, for Arthur's sake if not his own. Serph merely looks unusual. John ought to know better than to judge by one's appearance.
He crowds up against the wall to make room, still frowning, but with the tension slowly easing from him. "You're still injured."