[ Gregor has his link to Aral already squeezed shut, but he can feel it blossoming into existence in Miles's head through him. Worse, he gets all of Miles's pain reverberating through him, and even braced for it he takes a sharp, quick breath. He wants to offer to take some of it on himself, but he can't right now, not and be any use at all. Later.
Grimly, ] I'm carrying you, and no complaints. [ Gregor is in no mood to deal with pride. Gingerly, he slides an arm under Miles's knees and another under his shoulders, and as he stands up with him he goes slowly. Fortunately there's still a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch, not cleaned up yet, and he deposits Miles there with even more care than he'd picked him up with.
You really have to stop doing this, he whispers to him, all gentleness and no blame. Trying to defuse some of the situation. Lucy is going to scold us. ]
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Grimly, ] I'm carrying you, and no complaints. [ Gregor is in no mood to deal with pride. Gingerly, he slides an arm under Miles's knees and another under his shoulders, and as he stands up with him he goes slowly. Fortunately there's still a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch, not cleaned up yet, and he deposits Miles there with even more care than he'd picked him up with.
You really have to stop doing this, he whispers to him, all gentleness and no blame. Trying to defuse some of the situation. Lucy is going to scold us. ]