[ since David hasn’t picked himself up just yet, quentin uses him as balance once he moved off the wall. a hand leaning on his shoulder until he got properly adjusted enough for decent balance. he’s careful not to linger and moves away to the door to lean on the frame and peek around it. he’s walked on trapper injuries before but the added fact that his feet are blue, red, and numb from being bare in the snow are a new test of tolerance. He thinks he can run. Probably. Not well but whatever.
He’s already pulling the nearest furniture drawer open as quietly as he can to rummage in there, hoping for something like a sock or a hell he’ll even take someone’s old moth eaten underpants and wrap it around his foot. All he finds, like all he ever finds, is more damn medical supplies. He shakes a bottle of pills next to his ear and sticks them in the pocket of David’s jacket. ]
I’m sure as shit not one of them. Uh…
[ His hands are held in front of his face, red with tinted purple nails. He flex’s his fingers carefully. Numb to the point of not feeling the tips. Icy. He knows what David is really asking though and it’s “are you still useful?” ]
no subject
He’s already pulling the nearest furniture drawer open as quietly as he can to rummage in there, hoping for something like a sock or a hell he’ll even take someone’s old moth eaten underpants and wrap it around his foot. All he finds, like all he ever finds, is more damn medical supplies. He shakes a bottle of pills next to his ear and sticks them in the pocket of David’s jacket. ]
I’m sure as shit not one of them. Uh…
[ His hands are held in front of his face, red with tinted purple nails. He flex’s his fingers carefully. Numb to the point of not feeling the tips. Icy. He knows what David is really asking though and it’s “are you still useful?” ]
Fine. Workable.