( It's true, but who can blame him? Lalli is distracted by the exhaustion of what sounded like a hellscape, while Emil is so much more alert and wired. The only reason he doesn't move sooner is the sudden overload of the image of his friend. Weary, bloody, defeated.
Enough so to come close to fully collapsing, just as he finds it in himself to rush forward, clearing the short distance quickly to almost skid to a kneel before the scout, brain suddenly unsure of where to start first. )
Oh, Lalli. ( Said with what can barely count as relief; his brain is still processing and diminishing the threat level that was once present, and even without some contagion to contend with? He's so worse for wear. The wound should be addressed somehow, at home, but there's a question of getting there. Lalli won't be walking again anytime soon, but that's not been a problem before. To ease the pressure of keeping himself up, Emil takes one hand under his good arm and the other to grab a handful of his shirt, pulling him forward so he can be used as something to lean into. He couldn't possibly begin to understand that level of panic and exhaustion; Emil has been pushed before, but not like this.
Looking down at Lalli, who he couldn't say looks so small and fragile at the moment, the process in his mind grinds to a halt. So much solace has combined with the stress of the past couple of days, with the true picture of it all finally pushing something to a tipping point. ) It's okay, you can go home now. ( Except it's very choppy and cracked, throat dry and trying to subconsciously force a sob from breaking free, though it's inevitable. There's no need to get choked up about this, he thinks for a second. Dirty, bloody, whatever -- at least Lalli is alive, and will stay that way. )
❰ and emil's tugging and pulling get absolutely zero resistance - not because he can't, but because he doesn't want to. he lets his weight sag into the sturdy support that his friend has to offer. his knees belatedly follow so he can at least pretend to support himself, clumsily settling beside emil's thighs as the hand of his good arm hooks up around the back of emil's head and his own forehead rests heavily in the hollow above a clavicle. his next exhale is shudder, the slow release of a day and a half of constant tension and fear he couldn't quite ignore. emil's breathing is unsteady, too. lalli doesn't quite process that it isn't the same.
'you can go home now.' the words were said a few seconds ago but only now sink in, and lalli's brow flickers sharply. he's not sure if he can, he barely stayed on his feet this long. ❱
I can try, ❰ he murmurs, with significantly more determination than he actually has in him right now. ❱ Just... need a minute.
( The feeble voice can't fool Emil, determination or not. It could have been a direct command to leave him alone, he's got this, and it wouldn't have been followed. Luckily Lalli makes this easy enough in a number of ways.
For starters, he's already basically collected the top half of him, shifting some weight back to his feet, Emil scoops his friend's legs closer before hooking them into his arm. A moment of readjustment is all it takes to stand up with him in tow. That's also helpful -- his weight is light enough as it is, but it's even less noticeable when most of his muscles have strained to the point of give. )
Stop trying. ( The task at hand has given Emil enough momentary resolve to keep his voice in check, switching to something that stops just short of being chiding; more a reassurance that if Lalli puts all that effort on hold for just an evening, his world won't collapse around him. ) You've been though enough already.
( There's no time or desire to hear any objections, should they come out. One more heft to make sure everything is secure, his one arm grasping more tightly to properly hold Lalli's chest up. Then it's a quick turn on his heel to begin walking them the couple of kilometres home. )
❰ 'stop trying.' lalli doesn't know how. already he's trying to pull together the energy to get back on his feet, a notion he only really manages to recognize as futile when he's hauled up into emil's arms. this is going to be exhausting, to carry lalli all the way back. the finn isn't even positive how far they have left to go, but he recognizes the fact that the entirety of his weight is supported by emil's two arms (instead of his back, like last time). he opens his mouth to object, but no words come.
maybe he'll just have to let emil do this.
the concept... comforts him, more than he expected it to. the faint residual tension he's held thus far melts out of his back and his limbs. his head shifts, adjusting to his new position, forehead falling instead into crook where emil's neck meets his shoulder.
it feels like the only thing keeping him from floating away.
which prompts him, in the interest of practicality, to mutter, ❱ Wake me up if I need to walk. ❰ because he's going to try not to pass out, but he also recognizes the futility of that struggle. ❱
( He'll admit, it is draining, but Emil offers no complaints. Stamina has never been his strong suit, especially not with consistent upkeep, but the laborious work on the house has helped to maintain and bolster his strength. It's not the worst journey he's been on by far, even if his arms are more sore carrying Lalli this way than on his back or by pulling him on a board. What he does know is that he isn't going to disturb the poor scout in his arms until he absolutely has to
Depending on how light he sleeps, Lalli may wake up as Emil pauses to trump up the small steps into the house, or at any noise of the people who are still there, talking, though much lighter when he enters. If his cousin or Klaus are present and want to hover, they're shooed away. The injury on Lalli's arm, yet to be examined, can wait if it isn't going to kill him. Or it can be healed while he's sleeping.
If not either of those things, he may find himself waking up as he's lifted and re-positioned on Emil's bed, a slight groan at the movement he has to put his numb arms through to put his friend down. He can hear the shuddering sigh Emil lets out, now feeling like this is as over as it possibly could be for the day despite a new checklist of caregiving he has to complete. )
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Enough so to come close to fully collapsing, just as he finds it in himself to rush forward, clearing the short distance quickly to almost skid to a kneel before the scout, brain suddenly unsure of where to start first. )
Oh, Lalli. ( Said with what can barely count as relief; his brain is still processing and diminishing the threat level that was once present, and even without some contagion to contend with? He's so worse for wear. The wound should be addressed somehow, at home, but there's a question of getting there. Lalli won't be walking again anytime soon, but that's not been a problem before. To ease the pressure of keeping himself up, Emil takes one hand under his good arm and the other to grab a handful of his shirt, pulling him forward so he can be used as something to lean into. He couldn't possibly begin to understand that level of panic and exhaustion; Emil has been pushed before, but not like this.
Looking down at Lalli, who he couldn't say looks so small and fragile at the moment, the process in his mind grinds to a halt. So much solace has combined with the stress of the past couple of days, with the true picture of it all finally pushing something to a tipping point. ) It's okay, you can go home now. ( Except it's very choppy and cracked, throat dry and trying to subconsciously force a sob from breaking free, though it's inevitable. There's no need to get choked up about this, he thinks for a second. Dirty, bloody, whatever -- at least Lalli is alive, and will stay that way. )
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'you can go home now.' the words were said a few seconds ago but only now sink in, and lalli's brow flickers sharply. he's not sure if he can, he barely stayed on his feet this long. ❱
I can try, ❰ he murmurs, with significantly more determination than he actually has in him right now. ❱ Just... need a minute.
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For starters, he's already basically collected the top half of him, shifting some weight back to his feet, Emil scoops his friend's legs closer before hooking them into his arm. A moment of readjustment is all it takes to stand up with him in tow. That's also helpful -- his weight is light enough as it is, but it's even less noticeable when most of his muscles have strained to the point of give. )
Stop trying. ( The task at hand has given Emil enough momentary resolve to keep his voice in check, switching to something that stops just short of being chiding; more a reassurance that if Lalli puts all that effort on hold for just an evening, his world won't collapse around him. ) You've been though enough already.
( There's no time or desire to hear any objections, should they come out. One more heft to make sure everything is secure, his one arm grasping more tightly to properly hold Lalli's chest up. Then it's a quick turn on his heel to begin walking them the couple of kilometres home. )
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maybe he'll just have to let emil do this.
the concept... comforts him, more than he expected it to. the faint residual tension he's held thus far melts out of his back and his limbs. his head shifts, adjusting to his new position, forehead falling instead into crook where emil's neck meets his shoulder.
it feels like the only thing keeping him from floating away.
which prompts him, in the interest of practicality, to mutter, ❱ Wake me up if I need to walk. ❰ because he's going to try not to pass out, but he also recognizes the futility of that struggle. ❱
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Depending on how light he sleeps, Lalli may wake up as Emil pauses to trump up the small steps into the house, or at any noise of the people who are still there, talking, though much lighter when he enters. If his cousin or Klaus are present and want to hover, they're shooed away. The injury on Lalli's arm, yet to be examined, can wait if it isn't going to kill him. Or it can be healed while he's sleeping.
If not either of those things, he may find himself waking up as he's lifted and re-positioned on Emil's bed, a slight groan at the movement he has to put his numb arms through to put his friend down. He can hear the shuddering sigh Emil lets out, now feeling like this is as over as it possibly could be for the day despite a new checklist of caregiving he has to complete. )