It's not ideal, but it's what they have and it's Mira's choice to make the sacrifice. All Dwayne can do is make sure she has the best safety net possible, and honestly? He wonders how Josh would feel about the whole thing knowing how many people the petite werewolf has killed. It's certainly a few more than Dwayne is actually comfortable with, but given the circumstances...he can't exactly feel bad about that kill count, either.
Dwayne tilts his head inquisitively at Josh, then leans over to peer in his eyes. He wouldn't dare do this with another wolf, but he feels confident that he's got control of the situation, here. He meets Josh's eyes with his own cobalt-blue, searching them for signs of damage.
"If you aren't throwing up and the headache is manageable, you can nap if you want," he says after a moment of inspection. The kid's pupils look okay, so he probably didn't hit him that hard. He'll watch for symptoms, obviously, but letting him lay down is likely safe. "Washing up might not be a bad idea, but easier to just text, so if you don't feel like being on your feet just yet, that's okay."
There's still some ice in the bucket from earlier, and it's easy to just knot the plastic bag closed. Fresh will have to wait, but it's still cold enough to be welcome. He hands it to Josh, then gives him a long head-to-toe look. Purely for practical reasons, though it's not like he minds the view. Dwayne runs into a lot of guys in his weight class in this line of work, given the number of bruisers around, but Josh blows right past that and that is kind of intriguing. Inconvenient, in this case, but intriguing. "I think I can manage to get something at the crash house," he says. "Suit's not ideal for getting around without attracting attention, anyway, so we'll add that to the list of things to take care of, no worries." He gazes around the room, then at Josh again.
"Yeah, go ahead and wash up some. I'll get this done as quick as possible, then you can come back and lay down for a little while before we leave. I expect to be here at least a couple of hours before moving." He smiles faintly, and rubs at his beard with the backs of his knuckles. "I trust you not to go out the window. Well, actually, I trust you not to fit out the window, and that's close enough, right?"
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Date: 2014-11-22 07:46 am (UTC)Dwayne tilts his head inquisitively at Josh, then leans over to peer in his eyes. He wouldn't dare do this with another wolf, but he feels confident that he's got control of the situation, here. He meets Josh's eyes with his own cobalt-blue, searching them for signs of damage.
"If you aren't throwing up and the headache is manageable, you can nap if you want," he says after a moment of inspection. The kid's pupils look okay, so he probably didn't hit him that hard. He'll watch for symptoms, obviously, but letting him lay down is likely safe. "Washing up might not be a bad idea, but easier to just text, so if you don't feel like being on your feet just yet, that's okay."
There's still some ice in the bucket from earlier, and it's easy to just knot the plastic bag closed. Fresh will have to wait, but it's still cold enough to be welcome. He hands it to Josh, then gives him a long head-to-toe look. Purely for practical reasons, though it's not like he minds the view. Dwayne runs into a lot of guys in his weight class in this line of work, given the number of bruisers around, but Josh blows right past that and that is kind of intriguing. Inconvenient, in this case, but intriguing. "I think I can manage to get something at the crash house," he says. "Suit's not ideal for getting around without attracting attention, anyway, so we'll add that to the list of things to take care of, no worries." He gazes around the room, then at Josh again.
"Yeah, go ahead and wash up some. I'll get this done as quick as possible, then you can come back and lay down for a little while before we leave. I expect to be here at least a couple of hours before moving." He smiles faintly, and rubs at his beard with the backs of his knuckles. "I trust you not to go out the window. Well, actually, I trust you not to fit out the window, and that's close enough, right?"