[ His brow furrows slightly at that obvious request for a carry, and Gen tenses a touch when Gray's words echo through his head, but he otherwise only gives a quiet sigh. And while his usual favored method of carrying people is simply chucking them over his shoulder like a bundle of construction supplies ... ]
Don't squirm.
[ He mutters that demand at a weary deadpan before shifting forward and bending down so he can carefully, as carefully as he can, heft her up in a delicate bridal carry. ]
Gimme an explanation if you know what's going on here. [ Gen adjusts his grip on that little bundle in his arm as he starts trudging out of the store, but otherwise maintains a stony expression and his gaze trained ahead, trying not to make it obvious that he's mentally speaking to the larger Gray at the moment. ] I don't know how to handle sick people.
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Don't squirm.
[ He mutters that demand at a weary deadpan before shifting forward and bending down so he can carefully, as carefully as he can, heft her up in a delicate bridal carry. ]
Gimme an explanation if you know what's going on here. [ Gen adjusts his grip on that little bundle in his arm as he starts trudging out of the store, but otherwise maintains a stony expression and his gaze trained ahead, trying not to make it obvious that he's mentally speaking to the larger Gray at the moment. ] I don't know how to handle sick people.