[He thinks. He fuckin' hopes, anyway. He's sturdy enough to take all of Pratt's unsteady weight, and he keeps one arm around his waist so he can't stagger too far forward or list too far back. This is basically the same as walking someone home after a black-out barfight, right down to the stab wound. He's got to have this.
Every time Pratt slows down, Sharky stops, unwilling to rush him even when he thinks the dude might collapse and need to be dragged. That... would be bad, probably, but Sharky knows he could probably lift Pratt if necessary. He reallllllly hopes it won't be.]
Okay, see? The elevator's right there. Quick trip down, I'll stitch ya up like a fuckin' pigskin, it'll be great.
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[He thinks. He fuckin' hopes, anyway. He's sturdy enough to take all of Pratt's unsteady weight, and he keeps one arm around his waist so he can't stagger too far forward or list too far back. This is basically the same as walking someone home after a black-out barfight, right down to the stab wound. He's got to have this.
Every time Pratt slows down, Sharky stops, unwilling to rush him even when he thinks the dude might collapse and need to be dragged. That... would be bad, probably, but Sharky knows he could probably lift Pratt if necessary. He reallllllly hopes it won't be.]
Okay, see? The elevator's right there. Quick trip down, I'll stitch ya up like a fuckin' pigskin, it'll be great.
[WAIT]
Hahaha, "pigskin." Get it???