[ He's quick to look up, eyes locked on the roofline until he clocks the shape of something rapidly descending towards him. It's really just a split second, not much time to react, but there's movement there in the shadows, something he feels more than he can really see.
— until it's right there, an actual fucking body, and Amos stumbles back against the wall, semi cushioning the fall with his own body, while at the same time nearly losing complete footing himself. He didn't have much time to react, some kind of instinct he wouldn't understand or even accept as his own, reflexively drawing his arm out to get a grip on something, anything, if he even could. It would've been worse if they'd been higher up, fell a little faster. As it is, the impact is mostly taken by Amos' already injured ribs, and — yeah, that'll feel great for the next few weeks.
There's the sound of Amos grunting, a whoosh as it all happens, and the total absence of any sound from the person that's fallen. Not a single sound. But Amos is quick to mutter — ]
Shit.
[ — and he may be less than gentle with the injured — or dead (? are they dead?) party, immediately trying to maneuver them to the ground to take a closer look. He feels something wet, like blood somewhere. It'd be surprising if they weren't bleeding. That's a lot of blood. A bullet hole, at the very least. Might have broken their fucking neck coming down and impacting with Amos.
They gotta be gone. He looks to his temporary partner on this weird journey, taking a breath. ]
cw: blood, injury | also thinking they're just barely alive if you're good with that?
— until it's right there, an actual fucking body, and Amos stumbles back against the wall, semi cushioning the fall with his own body, while at the same time nearly losing complete footing himself. He didn't have much time to react, some kind of instinct he wouldn't understand or even accept as his own, reflexively drawing his arm out to get a grip on something, anything, if he even could. It would've been worse if they'd been higher up, fell a little faster. As it is, the impact is mostly taken by Amos' already injured ribs, and — yeah, that'll feel great for the next few weeks.
There's the sound of Amos grunting, a whoosh as it all happens, and the total absence of any sound from the person that's fallen. Not a single sound. But Amos is quick to mutter — ]
Shit.
[ — and he may be less than gentle with the injured — or dead (? are they dead?) party, immediately trying to maneuver them to the ground to take a closer look. He feels something wet, like blood somewhere. It'd be surprising if they weren't bleeding. That's a lot of blood. A bullet hole, at the very least. Might have broken their fucking neck coming down and impacting with Amos.
They gotta be gone. He looks to his temporary partner on this weird journey, taking a breath. ]