[Al doesn't hesitate in pulling the jacket around his shoulders and buttoning it up slowly with clumsy fingers. It utterly swamps him - Tim isn't the tallest guy, but Al is roughly that height now too and with much less meat on his bones, so it kind of makes him look like he's wearing a tent for a dress.]
Thanks.
[It scratches against his skin in the most distracting way, threatening to overwhelm him with the simple joy of sensation again. But Tim being right there with his arm held out is enough to keep him focused for now.
He reaches out and wraps long and brittle fingers around Tim's wrist. His grip is weak and it's obvious that he's not going to make it to his own feet again any time soon.]
Um, I don't think I can get up.
[He sounds half embarrassed and half astonished at his own weakness. He has seen his body beyond the gate before, but he never really appreciated just what it would be like to inhabit a body that has been starved for nearly six years.]
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Thanks.
[It scratches against his skin in the most distracting way, threatening to overwhelm him with the simple joy of sensation again. But Tim being right there with his arm held out is enough to keep him focused for now.
He reaches out and wraps long and brittle fingers around Tim's wrist. His grip is weak and it's obvious that he's not going to make it to his own feet again any time soon.]
Um, I don't think I can get up.
[He sounds half embarrassed and half astonished at his own weakness. He has seen his body beyond the gate before, but he never really appreciated just what it would be like to inhabit a body that has been starved for nearly six years.]
Sorry.