He's surprised to find that 'I'm holding you' soothes his agitation a little. Guess being yanked from certain death by the same pair of arms twice gives a guy some positive associations.
And brings up a lot of tabled questions that he's too cold-drunk to properly look at, but warm-sober enough to recognise as weird.
"How'd you... ain't that..." Drowsily, he loses track of the question for a moment, until he remembers Larson strained and half-collapsed with Yellow rising above him, and the pallor of Arthur's face on the balcony. Urgent images that make his next question more distinct: "Can Arthur take it?"
Re: arrival
"...that's good luck."
He's surprised to find that 'I'm holding you' soothes his agitation a little. Guess being yanked from certain death by the same pair of arms twice gives a guy some positive associations.
And brings up a lot of tabled questions that he's too cold-drunk to properly look at, but warm-sober enough to recognise as weird.
"How'd you... ain't that..." Drowsily, he loses track of the question for a moment, until he remembers Larson strained and half-collapsed with Yellow rising above him, and the pallor of Arthur's face on the balcony. Urgent images that make his next question more distinct: "Can Arthur take it?"