[He hears it when he's still some distance away, and swears sharply under his breath as he bolts into a flat run. When he bursts into view again, he hisses furious, only just managing to keep his voice below a bellow.]
What the fuck are you doing Kristopher, shut up! Do you want to fucking die out here?! Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[Less than a day in and his nerves are already fucking frayed. He doesn't stop, moving to Kristopher's side and gathering the smaller man into his arms; he presses Kristopher's face to his shoulder and mutters further, asking Kris to be calm, to let it be, to trust him. He smells piss and blood, and somehow that doesn't seem to matter.]
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What the fuck are you doing Kristopher, shut up! Do you want to fucking die out here?! Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[Less than a day in and his nerves are already fucking frayed. He doesn't stop, moving to Kristopher's side and gathering the smaller man into his arms; he presses Kristopher's face to his shoulder and mutters further, asking Kris to be calm, to let it be, to trust him. He smells piss and blood, and somehow that doesn't seem to matter.]