Tommy's wheeze of a laugh is confused and edged with adrenaline and he shakes his head before nodding.] Tommy. [The second laugh is less of a punched-out sound as his own ribs remember how to work properly, the bottled-up stress bottoming out and leaving him momentarily exhausted.] Tommy Miller. Christ, don't - don't call me that but, yeah. I'm that idiot. Are you okay? I -
[Fucking pile-drove her into the stage.]
Uh. Just acted. Should have... listen, you should see the medics. Think you knocked your head pretty good. Sorry. [At his side, Tommy's thumb slides against the outer edge of his index finger. He's breathing more regularly but his head's still half on autopilot as he reaches out with the intention of dragging the wet, stuck folds of Eddie's bunched up shirt down her side again.]
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Date: 2025-05-23 04:31 pm (UTC)Tommy's wheeze of a laugh is confused and edged with adrenaline and he shakes his head before nodding.] Tommy. [The second laugh is less of a punched-out sound as his own ribs remember how to work properly, the bottled-up stress bottoming out and leaving him momentarily exhausted.] Tommy Miller. Christ, don't - don't call me that but, yeah. I'm that idiot. Are you okay? I -
[Fucking pile-drove her into the stage.]
Uh. Just acted. Should have... listen, you should see the medics. Think you knocked your head pretty good. Sorry. [At his side, Tommy's thumb slides against the outer edge of his index finger. He's breathing more regularly but his head's still half on autopilot as he reaches out with the intention of dragging the wet, stuck folds of Eddie's bunched up shirt down her side again.]