[ Harold waits politely for Accelerator to work with his crutch and stand. He hears the tiredness in his voice and the offer to call regardless, the awkwardness in expressing it, and he reaches out to touch his shoulder just briefly in acknowledgement and support. The contact is testament to how much he's changed since they last saw each other; Harold no longer holds himself completely at a remove. He makes little gestures on purpose now, short forays out of his shell. ]
Get some sleep, [ he assures him, and hobbles off without waiting for a reply. A small mercy in itself, he thinks. ]
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Get some sleep, [ he assures him, and hobbles off without waiting for a reply. A small mercy in itself, he thinks. ]