[Oh shit. Right. He's alive. And so's the other guy. Clint startles, coughs, tries to parse the idea being gotten across.
Coffee. Hot and warmth and dry and inside and sitting. Resting. Right. Sure. Yeah. Just let him get up and climb out of his car which takes a hell of a lot more effort than it really should. Maybe he could call out for help, but he's determined to--to, what, make an asshole of himself? Hurt himself?
It can't be a pride thing; he already died in front of the guy.
He gets several steps toward the entrance of the offbrand IHOP (unless this is on brand?) before he tries to call out.] Hey- [And that alone takes the wet air out of him. Has to try and take a couple more breathes.] Help? [Please.
Whether he gets that help or not, a supporting arm to help him the rest of the way as the last dregs of adrenaline wears off, he does get to slide into a booth across from. This guy. Clint slumps. Again.]
Thanks.
[Guy deserves a lot more than a thanks, but it's a place to start.]
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Coffee. Hot and warmth and dry and inside and sitting. Resting. Right. Sure. Yeah. Just let him get up and climb out of his car which takes a hell of a lot more effort than it really should. Maybe he could call out for help, but he's determined to--to, what, make an asshole of himself? Hurt himself?
It can't be a pride thing; he already died in front of the guy.
He gets several steps toward the entrance of the offbrand IHOP (unless this is on brand?) before he tries to call out.] Hey- [And that alone takes the wet air out of him. Has to try and take a couple more breathes.] Help? [Please.
Whether he gets that help or not, a supporting arm to help him the rest of the way as the last dregs of adrenaline wears off, he does get to slide into a booth across from. This guy. Clint slumps. Again.]
Thanks.
[Guy deserves a lot more than a thanks, but it's a place to start.]