[ Garry is absolutely silent, save for the sounds of his frantic panting, when they finally come to a stop in the stairwell. knees weak, and palms sweaty, he completely falls to his knees, not caring if they'll bruise or how it'll affect the multiple, still-bleeding cuts on his legs.
for the moment, he's given up, now that they're safe(?) and alone.
he gives up, for now. he'll be strong again soon, but right now he just needs to cry. ]
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for the moment, he's given up, now that they're safe(?) and alone.
he gives up, for now. he'll be strong again soon, but right now he just needs to cry. ]