[He's fighting through a considerable amount of delay, still trying to process What Is Happening by the time Ain is already out the door... oh. oh fuck no, he is being carried through the streets, in public, where everyone will see him

He manages to grab Ain by his stupid little cravat, but it's a bit too late to stop him. So he's just gonna yank it and scowl and hiss through his teeth and assure himself that it's the poison that's making his face red right now, and definitely not anything else. Yeah.]

Drop me and I'll break your knees. [please appreciate how hard he is trying to sound intimidating while being carried by Ain's twink ass

Anyway... he still yelps when he's dropped onto the couch. The world is spinning, he's falling, this whole trip has been a blur... it takes another minute to be certain that he has stopped moving, and to figure out where Ain went. It's disorienting, frustrating, he hates feeling so weak...]

... sure this shithole isn't an Abyss? [At least he's given up on trying to move. It's already taking too much effort to stay focused. He blocks out the light with a hand, dynamos settling into the gaps around his body as he resigns himself to his fate.] Ugh, don't tell me... if this takes another week to pass, just kill me now...