[Newt can hear the pain in Kovacs' voice, short as his answers are, but most importantly, he can feel the shift in his body, the way his jaw twitches against where his shoulder leans. He adjusts his hold, hugs Kovacs more firmly, still too aware of his injuries — but also too aware that they're not what hurt right now. It's easy to feel that trill of panic, the ice-cold awareness that something bad has happened. More than just being hurt, because they all get hurt a lot. It wouldn't have meant anything to Kovacs, being laid up with another unfortunate ache and pain.
This has to be something else altogether, to make the air so thin so suddenly.
He leans his cheek in, close enough to hear the softest shift in breathing.]
You don't have to be strong if you're hurting, T.K.
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This has to be something else altogether, to make the air so thin so suddenly.
He leans his cheek in, close enough to hear the softest shift in breathing.]
You don't have to be strong if you're hurting, T.K.
I got you, man. I'm here.