[ Shit, Jesse doesn't mean to startle the guy. This huge... scary ass guy... who Jesse warily, marginally trusts, if only because the guy hadn't sought to hurt Jesse when they'd bunked down in that room together.
The noises, the voices seeming to emanate from within the walls takes Jesse's focus away that altogether, however, as he nods a tiny, nervous nod at the guy's question. Yes. Yes, he hears that. He's been hearing it for the last—however long. How does time work in space? Is an hour an hour up here? Or a day? A second? Doesn't matter. He swallows thickly darting his gaze between the hole the guy has torn in the wall, and the guy himself. And just as Jesse is about to ask in a tight and hushed voice if the guy thinks the voices are real, he finds himself being suddenly lunged at by the guy.
Eyes widening, flight-or-fight response kicking the fuck in, Jesse snatches the guy's arm, about to bite it if he has to - and realises the guy isn't attacking him but is losing consciousness. ]
Wh-Whoa, whoa, whoa, man, yo—!
[ And down Jesse goes with him, too small and weak to ever be able to withstand two hundred pounds of muscle landing on him. He tries, though, skinny, malnourished arms haphazardly looping around the guy, attempting to brace himself for impact. His scrawny legs buckle. It would be almost comical if it wasn't such a nightmarish situation, with the noises still coming from inside the walls. At least Jesse manages, only just, to slither his way out from under the guy enough to scramble onto his knees, where he leans over the dude and gives him a frantic shake. ]
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The noises, the voices seeming to emanate from within the walls takes Jesse's focus away that altogether, however, as he nods a tiny, nervous nod at the guy's question. Yes. Yes, he hears that. He's been hearing it for the last—however long. How does time work in space? Is an hour an hour up here? Or a day? A second? Doesn't matter. He swallows thickly darting his gaze between the hole the guy has torn in the wall, and the guy himself. And just as Jesse is about to ask in a tight and hushed voice if the guy thinks the voices are real, he finds himself being suddenly lunged at by the guy.
Eyes widening, flight-or-fight response kicking the fuck in, Jesse snatches the guy's arm, about to bite it if he has to - and realises the guy isn't attacking him but is losing consciousness. ]
Wh-Whoa, whoa, whoa, man, yo—!
[ And down Jesse goes with him, too small and weak to ever be able to withstand two hundred pounds of muscle landing on him. He tries, though, skinny, malnourished arms haphazardly looping around the guy, attempting to brace himself for impact. His scrawny legs buckle. It would be almost comical if it wasn't such a nightmarish situation, with the noises still coming from inside the walls. At least Jesse manages, only just, to slither his way out from under the guy enough to scramble onto his knees, where he leans over the dude and gives him a frantic shake. ]
Hey. Hey. Wake up, yo, c-c'mon, man!