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Blue knows something’s wrong - he can sense it when he feels arms tighten around him, and he almost wants to pull away. Hot puffs of air brush against his skin, Skav’s breathing grows shallower by the second, more erratic. They don’t say anything for a long moment, which just makes Blue want to probe further, if only to make sure they stay lucid and responsive. But before he can ask again, Skav starts talking, syllables spilling past their lips in a panicked jumble. They sounds haphazard, barely put together, jagged like broken shards of glass. It takes a moment for it all to sink in - between the too-tight grip around his torso and the torrent of words - that by the time he realises, Skav has already scrambled away from him, tearing themselves free from his grasp. He thinks they look like an animal, cornered and helpless, and the fear he sees behind their eyes makes him sick to the stomach.

[color=bf00ff]“Skav—”[/color] Blue starts to say, but he’s quickly cut off. Skav makes their way across the room, or they try to, at least. They’d fallen to their knees almost as soon as they stood, the dingy wood panelling beneath them letting out a groan of protest. By now, Blue could barely piece together what they were trying to say. Something about loose ends? It feels like a vice tightening around his chest, like all the air had been squeezed out of his lungs. Was he in danger too? The question refuses to vacate his mind, howling with the incessant blare of a faulty car horn. He can barely hear anything else, after that. Skav’s lips are moving, but it’s as if he’s underwater. Everything sounds far away, muffled, and the world feels like it’s spinning - a combination of vertigo and vodka. He doesn’t even notice how hard he’s biting down on the inside of his cheek until he tastes iron, and the lancet of pain that shoots through his jaw is just enough to snap him out of it.

[color=bf00ff]“Skav.”[/color] He tries again, despite every fibre of his being screaming that nothing good could come of this. His knees scrape painfully against the floor as he kneels down beside them, reaching out to place a hand on their back. [color=bf00ff]“Skav, listen to me. I’m h—”[/color]

Then, they start to claw at their scars, and Blue has to will himself not to recoil. The sight is unsettling, horrifying even, but it’s all he can do to ignore it. He grabs Skav by the shoulders, trying to stop their frantic motions. [color=bf00ff]“Stop. You need to stop. It’s okay.”[/color] One of his hands reaches up to rest against their jaw, the other clamping around their wrist. His lips try to curve into a reassuring smile, and he hopes it doesn’t look too manic. It takes no small amount of effort to heave the words from his mouth, and even then, they sound like a lie. He [i]doesn’t[/i] know if it’s going to be okay. He [i]doesn’t[/i] know what Arya was capable of. He [i]doesn’t[/i] know what to do. [color=bf00ff]“Look at me, look at me. You’ve gotta stop, alright? You’re gonna hurt yourself.”[/color]

Violence is about the only thing Blue understands these days, though he doubts hitting Skav would be a good idea. If it made things worse… he just might have to wash his hands of this business. He wants to help them, he really does, but it's something easier said than done. He’d only ever have to deal with his brother’s bad trips - tainted LSD, expired mushrooms. This… this was something else entirely. He’s seen his fair share of blood and broken bones, knowing just what to do to mend such injuries, but whatever’s going on in Skav’s head right now is beyond his scope of knowledge. The best he can do is try and keep his voice even, calm them as much as he can, and if that doesn’t work, there’s always the option to knock them out cold.

[color=bf00ff]“It’s okay, big guy. We can fix this.”[/color] Blue repeats again and again like a mantra, cupping the other’s face with both hands. [i]‘It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay’[/i]. For a moment, his smile falters. He suddenly looks lost, like the script in his head’s only run up to here. [i]Can[/i] they fix this? Maybe if he keeps believing they can, but they’re not getting anywhere with how Skav was acting. The vodka certainly hadn’t done them any good. Maybe it was a bad idea to let them drink after the whole fiasco back at Quincy’s. Maybe if he just kept his mouth shut, none of this would’ve happened. Numerous possibilities whirred through his head in a flurry of dizzying motion, but then he suddenly remembers the task at hand. There were better things to worry about than what he could’ve done. [color=bf00ff]“Hey, listen. She can’t do anything to us, yeah? We’re gonna be fine, but you need to calm down. Just… breathe.”[/color]