It makes his chest hurt even worse to hear her say those words. Really, with what's happened, he should be hurt. In the back of his head he even has the idea that he should be dead, or at the very least looking for medical aid. The bullet had been real, the pain had been real, the blood is still soaked into his clothes and his skin. But he's still standing here in front of her, reaching out instinctively to grab her arm.
But as the bulb shatters, he brings that arm back up to cover his own eyes. After a second, he blinks and turns his head up to look at where the fixture used to be, stunned into silence.
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It makes his chest hurt even worse to hear her say those words. Really, with what's happened, he should be hurt. In the back of his head he even has the idea that he should be dead, or at the very least looking for medical aid. The bullet had been real, the pain had been real, the blood is still soaked into his clothes and his skin. But he's still standing here in front of her, reaching out instinctively to grab her arm.
But as the bulb shatters, he brings that arm back up to cover his own eyes. After a second, he blinks and turns his head up to look at where the fixture used to be, stunned into silence.