He's groggy. Of course he would be, he didn't come here by choice. He'd been ambushed. The bump on the back of his head and the bruises forming on his side testament enough to that. Even worse he can feel his psionic energy inside him, but he can't reach it. Like a battery that can't contain its charge, except the extra energy has no where else to go. Its not only uncomfortable, its scary. What was he going to do. He's thrown into the room, and cries out slightly when he hits the floor. He's trying to focus, to asses the situation, to think of a way out of here, but his head is still spinning. But it doesn't stop him from recognize that voice or the pain behind it. He wraps his arm around her.
"Sorry." and really, he is FF, he knows you didn't want him here. "How bad did she...hurt you?" he asks, before thinking she might not want to talk about it. He kisses the top of her forehead to make up for it. God, this sucks.
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Date: 2011-03-16 03:50 am (UTC)"Sorry." and really, he is FF, he knows you didn't want him here. "How bad did she...hurt you?" he asks, before thinking she might not want to talk about it. He kisses the top of her forehead to make up for it. God, this sucks.