Griffith's war with himself seemed more damaging than the last. He was bleeding, Don Juan noted with some alarm. That couldn't have been normal? It hadn't happened to him either time that Griffith had brought him down this way. He was afraid he'd gotten it wrong, either because Griffith had told him incorrectly or because he'd just made a mistake and not realized it. So while Griffith thrashed Don Juan pulled him close, trying to hold him still enough to prevent him from hurting himself, at least. Griffith's head was in his lap when he finally stilled again. Don Juan was poised with more of it, another one and a half like the last one, but paused when Griffith's eyelids fluttered.
"Are you back?" he asked, waiting to get a glimpse of Griffith's eyes. Normal pupils, as far as he could tell. Don Juan's shoulders sagged with visible relief. His hands were shaking. "I'm going to need something. Just — just enough to get me floating again." Just enough to prevent withdrawal. A loop he could never break out of.
"Are you back?" he asked, waiting to get a glimpse of Griffith's eyes. Normal pupils, as far as he could tell. Don Juan's shoulders sagged with visible relief. His hands were shaking. "I'm going to need something. Just — just enough to get me floating again." Just enough to prevent withdrawal. A loop he could never break out of.
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