[Jason's question makes his gaze move back to him; from where they'd settled at further down the warehouse. Too-bright eyes search his face just fleetingly- solemn expression turning into something like sheepishness before his eyes move away again. This isn't exactly any of their finest moments. And Jason's right.]
I guess.
[He answers, allowing both Cissie and Jason inside- leaving the door open behind them. Probably for the best if anyone was going to get carried out. He says nothing else and moves his gaze to Seifer (Thankfully sitting as tight as he can, to not lose more blood) as he passes him- his attention moving to Squall.
He walks to him, and kneels by his side. Playing... along would probably be best? Right?]
It's alright. It's not them. It's reinforcements. Medics.
[What's he scrabbling toward? Ah. Probably best to remove that blade.]
no subject
I guess.
[He answers, allowing both Cissie and Jason inside- leaving the door open behind them. Probably for the best if anyone was going to get carried out. He says nothing else and moves his gaze to Seifer (Thankfully sitting as tight as he can, to not lose more blood) as he passes him- his attention moving to Squall.
He walks to him, and kneels by his side.
Playing... along would probably be best? Right?]
It's alright. It's not them. It's reinforcements. Medics.
[What's he scrabbling toward? Ah. Probably best to remove that blade.]