Mmm, nah. Deserved it,he mumbled, fingers curling into the other man's shoulder, bunching the fabric of Ruth's shirt under his fingers. They were swaying; wobbly, both injured and yet Nairn didn't fear for his life. Just goes to show how much he trusted his friend (and now, once again, partner in crime).
Who..?He grumbled, not recognizing the name. Though it didn't sound like a name, more like a nickname or pet name. Quiet breaths, that rattled in his throat, he shuffled along with Ruth.
More or less resigned, committed to the act.
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