[In some ways, the situation's better than Qubit expected - nothing's broken, nobody's dead or missing limbs. But the potential's very much there, he can feel it just beneath his skin. It can't have been long since this started, but Tetsuo's already like a superheated liquid, where the slightest disturbance could bring him to an explosive boil. Disarming a bomb isn't far from the truth.
Qubit puts a knee on the edge of the bed, extending a cautious hand to Tetsuo. And really hoping this won't result in him losing the hand.]
Tetsuo. Give me your hand, Tetsuo. [Urgent, but not especially loud. Since, you know, startling him seems like kind of a bad idea.]
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Qubit puts a knee on the edge of the bed, extending a cautious hand to Tetsuo. And really hoping this won't result in him losing the hand.]
Tetsuo. Give me your hand, Tetsuo. [Urgent, but not especially loud. Since, you know, startling him seems like kind of a bad idea.]