After a moment of lying on the floor, letting the full impact of what just happened (and what almost just happened) sink in, Howard finally reaches up and takes Rory's hand. He's shaking, his usual reaction to this sort of stress; somewhere along the line - probably around the point when he got an energy gun pointed at his head - this caper went from terrifying but somewhat exhilarating to just plain terrifying.
He leans against the wall, slightly doubled over with a hand over where he was kicked, trying to catch his breath. No serious damage from getting roughed up, just some bruises. Nothing permanent. No splatters of brain matter on the floor.
Just a guy who seems to be choking to death.
"Thanks," he says, looking at Rory, who doesn't seem particularly bothered by the suffocating man on the floor. Rory, who just shot a man in the neck for him, despite all Howard's attempts to hold him at a distance. Maybe it's just because Howard works in the Med Bay, but Howard suspects Rory's protective nature around him runs deeper than that of coworkers. "Where's Chakra Spice?"
And then, breath regained, he starts to follow Rory.
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He leans against the wall, slightly doubled over with a hand over where he was kicked, trying to catch his breath. No serious damage from getting roughed up, just some bruises. Nothing permanent. No splatters of brain matter on the floor.
Just a guy who seems to be choking to death.
"Thanks," he says, looking at Rory, who doesn't seem particularly bothered by the suffocating man on the floor. Rory, who just shot a man in the neck for him, despite all Howard's attempts to hold him at a distance. Maybe it's just because Howard works in the Med Bay, but Howard suspects Rory's protective nature around him runs deeper than that of coworkers. "Where's Chakra Spice?"
And then, breath regained, he starts to follow Rory.