[ He's going to be black and blue all over tomorrow, and he'll either need to get up early and dress himself from chin to toe or face down the likely storm of Maelle's concern if she catches a glimpse. It's all right, he'll be fine. The bigger problem right now is just how shaken he is by his near escape. Getting back off this roof might... take a while.
That's a problem for later. For now, he follows Verso's gesture and looks back down at his arm, which definitely doesn't feel quite right. He rotates his shoulder, testing the weight and response of it, and grimaces. ]
I'll check it later.
[ His sleeve covers the joint where it meets his stump, and he's not exactly thrilled about the idea of taking off his shirt just now to examine the arm and connection point more carefully. It can wait until he's home.
... There is one thing he can do, and he slaps at his back for the pack that holds his tools, dropping it down to the ground so he can rummage through and retrieve the thing he needs: a delicate probing instrument, not unlike a screwdriver. Straightening, he lifts his left hand and starts prodding carefully into the wrist joint with the tool, looking for loose connections.
It gives him a little bit of a reprieve from looking up at Verso, though he does flick a glance up from beneath his brows now and then. Like he's worried the man will vanish in the seconds where Gustave isn't watching him. ]
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That's a problem for later. For now, he follows Verso's gesture and looks back down at his arm, which definitely doesn't feel quite right. He rotates his shoulder, testing the weight and response of it, and grimaces. ]
I'll check it later.
[ His sleeve covers the joint where it meets his stump, and he's not exactly thrilled about the idea of taking off his shirt just now to examine the arm and connection point more carefully. It can wait until he's home.
... There is one thing he can do, and he slaps at his back for the pack that holds his tools, dropping it down to the ground so he can rummage through and retrieve the thing he needs: a delicate probing instrument, not unlike a screwdriver. Straightening, he lifts his left hand and starts prodding carefully into the wrist joint with the tool, looking for loose connections.
It gives him a little bit of a reprieve from looking up at Verso, though he does flick a glance up from beneath his brows now and then. Like he's worried the man will vanish in the seconds where Gustave isn't watching him. ]
I was hoping you'd show up, you know.