[Harlan spends a minute or two fretting when she doesn't immediately text back, but then he hears her in his living room. The sudden noise startles him. A warning would've been nice.
He's about to call out to her, let her come to him, but oh, right. She can't see.
He sighs. He'd prefer to stay in the bathroom. It's dark and secure and he's already cleared out all of the sharp shit. But Kyna being here will prevent him from doing anything destructive. He stands and shuffles out of the bathroom, making his way into the living room.]
Hey. [His voice is a little hoarse. He stands in the doorway for a moment, hesitating. He's not in the mood for physical contact, but, well. He moves toward her, getting just close enough to take her hand and lead her over to the couch. He lets go again once they're settled.]
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He's about to call out to her, let her come to him, but oh, right. She can't see.
He sighs. He'd prefer to stay in the bathroom. It's dark and secure and he's already cleared out all of the sharp shit. But Kyna being here will prevent him from doing anything destructive. He stands and shuffles out of the bathroom, making his way into the living room.]
Hey. [His voice is a little hoarse. He stands in the doorway for a moment, hesitating. He's not in the mood for physical contact, but, well. He moves toward her, getting just close enough to take her hand and lead her over to the couch. He lets go again once they're settled.]
Are you okay?