At least, were Harry a telepath, that's what he'd tut over. All he can do is use the wall as a crutch, steadying the fencing with a hand again as the other man busies himself with erasing the trail, eradicating something that could be used against him. The image burns into Harry's eye, and surprise is writ across his brow. He might be disoriented, but he understands what it is that John just did for him - and it speaks volumes.
"You're giving me a piggy back," Harry titters from his perch on the other's back. It's hysterical to him, the idea of being tucked up on John's spine like this, wounded arm stubbornly wrapped around firm shoulders while the other does its best not to let the chainlink remains bash against the doorway in the elevator. "I won't wear a dress," he continues to contest the idea, clinging to the idealizations he has about keeping his 'pride as a man'. "With my track record, it'd be ruined within an hour."
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At least, were Harry a telepath, that's what he'd tut over. All he can do is use the wall as a crutch, steadying the fencing with a hand again as the other man busies himself with erasing the trail, eradicating something that could be used against him. The image burns into Harry's eye, and surprise is writ across his brow. He might be disoriented, but he understands what it is that John just did for him - and it speaks volumes.
"You're giving me a piggy back," Harry titters from his perch on the other's back. It's hysterical to him, the idea of being tucked up on John's spine like this, wounded arm stubbornly wrapped around firm shoulders while the other does its best not to let the chainlink remains bash against the doorway in the elevator. "I won't wear a dress," he continues to contest the idea, clinging to the idealizations he has about keeping his 'pride as a man'. "With my track record, it'd be ruined within an hour."