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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy doesn’t appear on the Plane, as much as he is walking the Plane.  He hasn’t left since he found Reinette earlier.  His clothes are stained with blood, as are his hands.  He has been walking aimlessly.  Still shaken from what happened.

Finally he stops.  Not wanting to walk anymore.  His legs are tired.  He is tired.  He sits down.  Relieved to be off his feet.  Crossing his legs, fingers tapping the floor, eyes studying the stars below.]

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Frown] ...Are you hurt?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[at first looks rather irritated to see that human him, then is instantly concerned]

What happened to you? Are you all right?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[concerned look] What's wrong? Are you all right?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks up]

No, I'm...I'm fine. I'm not the one that was hurt.

[looks back down again]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Numbness replaced with anger, instantly. Because HE should have been there. He springs up to his feet, instantly.]

What happened to me? What happened to you? You were supposed to stop them!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Reinette...

[He can't finish the sentence so he continues examining the Plane's floor]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha has no clue who Reinette is, but she's good at being sympathetic. She wraps an arm around his shoulders without saying anything.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[It's nice to have someone to hold onto, so he hugs Martha back, tightly.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Aw. Dorothy has been skipping around for a while, dancing a little to herself and naming stars she particularly likes. So far they are all named Susannah. But there's Handy, and he's looking awful, awful down.

She stops in her tracks and just looks at him for a second, and then walks over and sits next to him. She doesn't say anything, she just sits there and commiserates. Because That's What Friends Do.]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[and she keeps hugging him for as long as he needs it, because that's what she does, really]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy, you are super sweet and incredibly awesome. He's still sad though, and looks over at Dorothy and doesn't say anything. It's good to have a body next to him right now. A living breathing person. It's strange how another person's presence can mean so much. He looks down at the stars again, fingers tracing patterns of constellations.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[That's because she is Martha, so therefore she is amazing. He still hugs, still clinging to Martha who is alive and well and right here with him. Grateful for Martha's presence.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Frowns and sits down beside him] A friend was?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[more hugs for Handy! Martha is also a good listener, but if he doesn't want to talk, that's perfectly fine with her - she's cool with just being with him and giving him whatever comfort she can.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He looks over at Juni]

Yeah.

[It hurts just to admit it out loud, like it makes it a real fact]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[He is SO SAD and it is just the most upsetting thing in her universe right now. Thus: it is her job to make it better. Because that is what she does.

Leaning over just a little, she tilts her head against his shoulder.]

Whatcha doin'?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Awkward shoulder pat, since Juni kind of fails at physical interaction] Is your friend...?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He still holds on, talking to the air behind her]

I couldn't do anything, when I found her...

[He pulls away, his focus back on the Plane floor.]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She knows that look, too well. Drops, before he sees her, and then returns with a basin of hot water and a stack of towels. There's also a spare shirt and some pants. She kneels in front of him.] Any of it yours?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[quietly] I'm sorry, Doctor. [and she is; it's the sort of thing she has more than her fair share of experience with]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He looks over at Dorothy. Grateful for the distraction. Grateful she isn't asking what happened. His voice might break a bit as he speaks.]

Star gazing. Not exactly sure how that works when the stars are below you. It's a bit odd.

[He clears his throat and continues tracing stars.]

That one is Cassiopeia. Well, it probably isn't really, since this isn't really space. But it's what she looks like.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He feels her hand on his shoulder, he can feel the awkwardness in her pat. That's fine, because she is trying. His voice might actually break here. He's embarrassed instantly. He should be better at packing those emotions away.]

She's gone.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[taken aback]

Stopped who? What are you on about?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the basin, then his hands. He hadn't even thought to wash it away. Half of him is tempted to tell to leave it, but he doesn't. That would be wrong. So he just looks at Aniki.]

No.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Closes her eyes for a moment, then nods. She takes one wrist gently and starts to sponge away the blood.] You don't have to think, if you don't feel like it, lad. So long as you don't mind me changing you out of those clothes.