[ Oh, geez, Carlisle. You look like shit. Like, even more than usual.
Noticing the man's slowed, uneven gait, Qubit strides over to meet him en route, vaguely offering his hands as if not quite sure whether he should. Do you want help walking? Do you want him to hold the package? (What is that package, anyway? Something he got from home? Is that what did this to him? Anything's possible.) ]
Steady on there. Are you hurt? What's all this?
[ Motioning at the black stuff. Is it blood? Is that what Carlisle's blood looks like? Does he have blood? Also will the black stuff hurt him if he touches it, that's probably important to know. ]
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Noticing the man's slowed, uneven gait, Qubit strides over to meet him en route, vaguely offering his hands as if not quite sure whether he should. Do you want help walking? Do you want him to hold the package? (What is that package, anyway? Something he got from home? Is that what did this to him? Anything's possible.) ]
Steady on there. Are you hurt? What's all this?
[ Motioning at the black stuff. Is it blood? Is that what Carlisle's blood looks like? Does he have blood? Also will the black stuff hurt him if he touches it, that's probably important to know. ]