[ He huffs out a breath, his hand feeling along the lump. He winces when he makes contact again. ]
... Yeah. Probably.
[ That fall had been pretty graceless, admittedly, but still, his pride (and his thick skull) took the brunt of the fall. He takes her hand, pulls himself up again, only this time, he stumbles a little as the room dips. ]
Shit.
[ He falls against her, one hand braced on her shoulder, the other holding his head, and his eyes screw shut for a few seconds. When the spinning sensation dies down, he lets out a slow breath. ]
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... Yeah. Probably.
[ That fall had been pretty graceless, admittedly, but still, his pride (and his thick skull) took the brunt of the fall. He takes her hand, pulls himself up again, only this time, he stumbles a little as the room dips. ]
Shit.
[ He falls against her, one hand braced on her shoulder, the other holding his head, and his eyes screw shut for a few seconds. When the spinning sensation dies down, he lets out a slow breath. ]
Head rush. [ By way of explanation. ]