Right. He'll give mal a little space. Finish the cartridge. Close it up and walk- oh right leg. Um. Limp back in until he can find the tiny ball that is his boo. Jesus how does the man make himself so damn small? Being short helps, he figures, but this?

Kneeling hurts, but he does it anyway. Winds his hands around his shoulders to give them a squeeze. "Hey- it's okay."