Leo can’t help but let out a garbled noise of pain as they touch the roof, the wound on his leg flaring with an angry reminder that he’s injured. The cuts themselves aren’t bleeding much, and his ragged skin seems oddly discolored, but he can still feel it just like when his body is hale and hardy.
The whole thing has left him feeling oddly dizzy, and he slumps over on the roof, only Donnie’s hold on him keeping him from going down completely. There’s still a strange urge to run in his bones, but he can’t move. The unfulfilled yearning cuts a gap through his chest.
He’s still quiet, other than his labored breathing.
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The whole thing has left him feeling oddly dizzy, and he slumps over on the roof, only Donnie’s hold on him keeping him from going down completely. There’s still a strange urge to run in his bones, but he can’t move. The unfulfilled yearning cuts a gap through his chest.
He’s still quiet, other than his labored breathing.