Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
His laughter was immediate, and he didn't even blink before scooping her up in his arms- one arm under her knees, the other behind her back. She was light as nothing, as far as he was concerned. Micah kept in perfect shape, something evidenced by the play of muscles in his arms and upper chest, even under the layers of shirt. He shifted on the heels of his feet and moved her within grabbing range of the crutches.
He expected her to fight him, to complain, and he waited for it patiently. The look on his face clearly said he wasn't going to be put out by anything she did or said; the determination there saying (just as loudly) that he was going to carry her to her door, whether she liked it or not.