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Who: Allen Walker (the currently sane one)
When: Day 24, early afternoon
Where: Storming through the halls
What: How do you solve a problem like oh god Allen Walker what have you done?

[Heading straight for Apartment E, looking just a little distraught '^']

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[finally]

Wow.

[covers his mouth with his hand]

I'm sorry—!

I suppose you couldn't have known.

W-wait how many people—!!

Three.

And right now he's—but you're both—

[:|]

But you're so much better than Ticky!

. . .

It's not a matter of better or worse...

[has the grace to blush a little after a moment]

N-no, I know!

You didn't answer my question.

. . . I got distracted, what was it?

Why come speak with us if you intend to shoulder everything on your own?

I . . . that wasn't really . . . it's not like that.

It's how your usual decision-making process goes. Walker is in the situation he is now because he didn't come to one of us for help with revivals.

I don't really think he was able to really make that decision clearly—!

That doesn't disprove my point.

What else could we do!?

. . . In this case please rely on me a little.

I already—. . . don't I rely on you far too much already? I'm sorry—

[less hesitation when reaching for him this time, though he touches lightly, like he doesn't want to startle him, brushing a hand just over the surface of his hair, then again more firmly]

I suppose you have every reason not to.

[hiccup]

I don't want you to get hurt!

I'm quite prepared to drug him unconscious if he proves too difficult. I'll be most at risk when we have to get him properly bound up. Other than that I expect there is little he can do to hurt me.

[making faces, like he's trying to get his emotions under control. doesn't say anything else, though, like he's stopping himself from talking]