[ Poor, sweet Peter, offering to carrying Rupert. He reaches out with his blood-covered hand to cup the other boy's cheek, like a mother would to her child, and smiles blandly at him. ]
My dear man, I'd sooner die. [ He pat-pats Peter's cheek. ] But you have my thanks all the same.
[ With a Look at Murphy - he'll remember that comment about the blood later (hopefully, if his brain isn't too scrambled) - Rupert turns his attention back to the drop through the portal and Jonas's upturned face before him. He's jumped bigger heights than this fleeing the police in Munich, Rupert knows this, but to his concussed mind the drop to the floor feels more like a chasm. He crouches on the invisible edge where the pavement of Nonah suddenly meets the empty air of Jeopardy, white-faced and determined, and carefully lets himself drop to the coarse grass on the other side. It's an inelegant landing, a far cry from Rupert's natural athletic grace, and he throws out his arms to Jonas with a grunt of pain as he lands. His bones really are not happy with the second sharp, sudden stop of the day. ]
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My dear man, I'd sooner die. [ He pat-pats Peter's cheek. ] But you have my thanks all the same.
[ With a Look at Murphy - he'll remember that comment about the blood later (hopefully, if his brain isn't too scrambled) - Rupert turns his attention back to the drop through the portal and Jonas's upturned face before him. He's jumped bigger heights than this fleeing the police in Munich, Rupert knows this, but to his concussed mind the drop to the floor feels more like a chasm. He crouches on the invisible edge where the pavement of Nonah suddenly meets the empty air of Jeopardy, white-faced and determined, and carefully lets himself drop to the coarse grass on the other side. It's an inelegant landing, a far cry from Rupert's natural athletic grace, and he throws out his arms to Jonas with a grunt of pain as he lands. His bones really are not happy with the second sharp, sudden stop of the day. ]