( about the medication and that he'll wake him if need be.
gentle as it is, he lets his gloved hand give a slow couple pats to the top of jason's head β away from the wound, obviously, before he's letting himself drop down near jason. his back hits the wall first, knees coming to bend, and he slowly descends down to the ground, a heaviness leaving him in a breath as he does. he's tired. anyone can see that even here in the dark like this. he looks down to his belt, fingers a pouch, and gently thumbs at a timer he has β one hour β before he's putting it back in.
hand rubbing down his face, he lazily peeks through his fingers before his eyes are falling shut and he's letting his head tilt back against the wall. drifting. so much easier and quicker than he thought he would. until he's finally out. somewhat against his will. giving in to the exhaustion he's been fighting off for hours now. )
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( about the medication and that he'll wake him if need be.
gentle as it is, he lets his gloved hand give a slow couple pats to the top of jason's head β away from the wound, obviously, before he's letting himself drop down near jason. his back hits the wall first, knees coming to bend, and he slowly descends down to the ground, a heaviness leaving him in a breath as he does. he's tired. anyone can see that even here in the dark like this. he looks down to his belt, fingers a pouch, and gently thumbs at a timer he has β one hour β before he's putting it back in.
hand rubbing down his face, he lazily peeks through his fingers before his eyes are falling shut and he's letting his head tilt back against the wall. drifting. so much easier and quicker than he thought he would. until he's finally out. somewhat against his will. giving in to the exhaustion he's been fighting off for hours now. )