i don't mind compassion
He doesn't know how to handle this, how to handle her. Everything about her sends up a million red flags in his system but he just nods, "Won't leave. Don't worry." She wants him to stay, so he will. Hazel eyes dart around the room for a moment before he spots a stool in the corner. He grabs it, sliding it over to her and perching himself on it as she starts to talk. Honestly? Sounds like hell.
Carefully, he reaches a hand out, lightly brushing against her cheek before giving it a little pat. "Well. At least you lived, yeah? Still here." Wow. You are so great at comforting people. Good job Locke. He pulls his hand back and folds it into his lap. He can tell she's trying not to cry and that makes him feel weird. She should just cry if she needs to. Right?
"Uh. Do you.. wanna lay on the bed or something.. Should probably rest."
Carefully, he reaches a hand out, lightly brushing against her cheek before giving it a little pat. "Well. At least you lived, yeah? Still here." Wow. You are so great at comforting people. Good job Locke. He pulls his hand back and folds it into his lap. He can tell she's trying not to cry and that makes him feel weird. She should just cry if she needs to. Right?
"Uh. Do you.. wanna lay on the bed or something.. Should probably rest."
just not on my dime
LOCKE
