[Rean has been spending a lot of time with Crow as of late. It kind of comes with the territory of spending the latter half of the month as his roommate.
He notices that morning when Crow's more than a little out of it as he's trying to prep for the day, but even though he can feel worry nagging at the back of his mind, he just shakes it off. Crow's not exactly a morning person on a good day, he must just be more tired than usual. That's fair enough, anyway. He hasn't pressed too hard about things – if Crow wanted to complain about details, he would, right? – but he knows Crow's been working like crazy this whole month. Who wouldn't be tired?
He offers to help where he can. It's almost too easy to lie about why – "Well, you know. If I'm imposing on you like this the least I can do is make myself useful, yeah?" Still, aside from that, he doesn't put voice to his concerns. The worry lingers, but Rean pushes it aside as he does so many things.
It's not until late that afternoon that the worry turns into full-blown panic.
At first, he doesn't even really register what he's seeing – a mop of white hair out of the corner of his eye on the opposite side of the street. He takes a couple steps past before his brain clicks in that oh, right, white hair isn't normal, and he turns back to see who it is.
When he sees Crow hunched over by the wall, the worry that's been silently nagging at him all day blooms into a spreading ice in his veins.
He doesn't run directly across the street to him – maybe let's not get hit by a car and give the poor overworked EMT more reason to freak out, especially after his previous stunts this month – but he is quick to find a crosswalk, bolting across as soon as he's allowed and weaving through the other people on the sidewalk to make his way to his friend.]
Crow!
[He can't quite make out what Crow's muttering, but that voice is wrong coming out from his mouth. ...almost like—
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He notices that morning when Crow's more than a little out of it as he's trying to prep for the day, but even though he can feel worry nagging at the back of his mind, he just shakes it off. Crow's not exactly a morning person on a good day, he must just be more tired than usual. That's fair enough, anyway. He hasn't pressed too hard about things – if Crow wanted to complain about details, he would, right? – but he knows Crow's been working like crazy this whole month. Who wouldn't be tired?
He offers to help where he can. It's almost too easy to lie about why – "Well, you know. If I'm imposing on you like this the least I can do is make myself useful, yeah?" Still, aside from that, he doesn't put voice to his concerns. The worry lingers, but Rean pushes it aside as he does so many things.
It's not until late that afternoon that the worry turns into full-blown panic.
At first, he doesn't even really register what he's seeing – a mop of white hair out of the corner of his eye on the opposite side of the street. He takes a couple steps past before his brain clicks in that oh, right, white hair isn't normal, and he turns back to see who it is.
When he sees Crow hunched over by the wall, the worry that's been silently nagging at him all day blooms into a spreading ice in his veins.
He doesn't run directly across the street to him – maybe let's not get hit by a car and give the poor overworked EMT more reason to freak out, especially after his previous stunts this month – but he is quick to find a crosswalk, bolting across as soon as he's allowed and weaving through the other people on the sidewalk to make his way to his friend.]
Crow!
[He can't quite make out what Crow's muttering, but that voice is wrong coming out from his mouth. ...almost like—
No.]
Crow, are you okay?!