[His voice is thick with fog again. And then he notices the umbrella, ducking his head sheepishly.]
...thanks. [He wrinkles his nose and averts his eyes, not particularly enjoying the scrutiny even in his disoriented state. A steadying hand reaches to settle on her arm; he's still oblivious to the state of his brand, white and burnt-out on that wrist.]
[action!]
[His voice is thick with fog again. And then he notices the umbrella, ducking his head sheepishly.]
...thanks. [He wrinkles his nose and averts his eyes, not particularly enjoying the scrutiny even in his disoriented state. A steadying hand reaches to settle on her arm; he's still oblivious to the state of his brand, white and burnt-out on that wrist.]
I-I'm okay. Really, I'm fine.