[Kid counts, meticulous, though much of the time he holds his breath with his lip between his teeth and hands balled into fists. When John states that they're finished, Kid exhales weakly, leaning against his knees, lightheaded and exhausted.]
I flinched plenty. [But he doesn't go on, fighting to let the vertigo pass, breathing slowly and carefully.] Do you think we might take a break, before we go on?
cw: blood/medical stuff
I flinched plenty. [But he doesn't go on, fighting to let the vertigo pass, breathing slowly and carefully.] Do you think we might take a break, before we go on?