[ Jaden inhales sharply, the smell of blood heady in the alleyway. His heat is beating a mile a minute, trying to race its way out of Jaden's ribcage, it feels like. He doesn't want to do more, but now he's got himself embroiled in this, can he really turn away? Fuck. ]
I don't want your money.
[ His tone is sharp, cuts like the glass that was embedded in Wyatt's stomach only minutes ago. But it doesn't matter, when he still leans in, taking one of Wyatt's arms and looping it around his own shoulders. He'd just pull him up with his powers, but he's drained, adrenaline the only thing keeping him going right now. ]
I'll get you there, but that's it, okay? I'm no good Samaritan. [ Besides what it looks like. ]
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I don't want your money.
[ His tone is sharp, cuts like the glass that was embedded in Wyatt's stomach only minutes ago. But it doesn't matter, when he still leans in, taking one of Wyatt's arms and looping it around his own shoulders. He'd just pull him up with his powers, but he's drained, adrenaline the only thing keeping him going right now. ]
I'll get you there, but that's it, okay? I'm no good Samaritan. [ Besides what it looks like. ]