| [Feb. 12th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
"...I don't know the dose...." Hayate offered, slowly. He lifted his chin a bit; Genma's fingers were cold even through his gloves. He couldn't tell if the quiver was his own pulse shaking them or if Genma's hand was trembling.
He frowned a little, unease pawing at him. He was warm enough, from the running, and Genma should be, too.... He took a closer look at the other agent. The bleaching moonlight made it hard to tell, but he thought Genma looked a little pale.
"Are you okay, Genma-san?" It was a fair enough question: they'd both taken wounds. Hayate reached up to put his hand over Genma's, where it still hovered at his neck, just to make sure the man's hands really were that cold. |
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