"Yeah--Actually, why don't you hold onto them? Then you can just zap things without having to lift a finger!" Wild Tiger could remain their melee fighter while Barnaby took support--Wait, this was starting to sound like a fantasy movie. Moving on from that weird comparison, the older man placed the marbles into his partner's hands before helping him back into the wheelchair. At this angle, he was able to pick up Barnaby completely. It may have put some strain on his injuries, but it sure didn't last as long when he had struggled to pick him up underneath his arms. That had just been a sad show of feats.

This way, the blond was up and back in his chair in a matter of seconds. Wild Tiger very slowly eased him back into his chair, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and the sweat forming on his brow.

"You know what will cheer you up?" and distract the young man from his partner's own injuries at the same time... He walked to Barnaby's closet and bent down to grab something. When he turned around, he presented them to the blond with a cheerful grin. "Red boots! How can you say no to those? You can't!" Obviously. Plus, Wild Tiger didn't like the idea of Barnaby running--Err, well wheeling and potentially running in case of an emergency--in slippers. There could be glass or something equally gross on the floor!