With both articles of clothing in his arms, he was able to change into more of his customary look, but grew still when Kotetsu slipped the jewelry back onto him. He was pleasantly surprised that he'd kept track of it even though he'd had more pressing concerns at the time, and it showed in the way his eyes softened. "Thank you," he said quietly, "for looking after me." Barnaby knew his partner did a lot for him, often times without a word about it. Maybe it was a selfish thought, but he wasn't sure what he would have done if he'd been brought here alone.
There was still a lot he needed to ask the man. Unfortunately, that would all have to wait.
Barnaby made quick work of shedding his frumpy grey shirt and replaced it with his own clothes. Even if the pants were still wrong, just having something familiar on his body put him more at ease. It gave him a sense of control that he sorely lacked during the day -- even if the more rational part of him understood that such comforts provided a false sense of security at best, and were only here because their captors had decided he was somehow worthy of their "benevolence".
Regardless, his own clothes were much more practical than the Landel's-issued pajamas, and Barnaby intended to make use of them. When he was finished changing, he readjusted his glasses. Then, looking up at Kotetsu, he grew quiet for a moment -- the only outward sign of his hesitation.
"I'm assuming you're going to the X-Ray room," he said. There was the unasked question of whether Kotetsu intended for them to go together. Barnaby realized he may have been counting on using those strange marbles to heal him. That plan had been a spectacular failure, which meant he was still largely confined to a wheelchair unless he activated his Hundred Power. In this state, he could be more of a liability than a help to his partner.
Part of Barnaby wondered if Kotetsu would be better off if he left him here, and yet the thought made him feel as though someone had reached into his chest and started squeezing his heart until it was hard to take a deep breath. He knew he needed to try to remain objective about this, though, which meant preparing himself for the possibility of staying behind after all.
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There was still a lot he needed to ask the man. Unfortunately, that would all have to wait.
Barnaby made quick work of shedding his frumpy grey shirt and replaced it with his own clothes. Even if the pants were still wrong, just having something familiar on his body put him more at ease. It gave him a sense of control that he sorely lacked during the day -- even if the more rational part of him understood that such comforts provided a false sense of security at best, and were only here because their captors had decided he was somehow worthy of their "benevolence".
Regardless, his own clothes were much more practical than the Landel's-issued pajamas, and Barnaby intended to make use of them. When he was finished changing, he readjusted his glasses. Then, looking up at Kotetsu, he grew quiet for a moment -- the only outward sign of his hesitation.
"I'm assuming you're going to the X-Ray room," he said. There was the unasked question of whether Kotetsu intended for them to go together. Barnaby realized he may have been counting on using those strange marbles to heal him. That plan had been a spectacular failure, which meant he was still largely confined to a wheelchair unless he activated his Hundred Power. In this state, he could be more of a liability than a help to his partner.
Part of Barnaby wondered if Kotetsu would be better off if he left him here, and yet the thought made him feel as though someone had reached into his chest and started squeezing his heart until it was hard to take a deep breath. He knew he needed to try to remain objective about this, though, which meant preparing himself for the possibility of staying behind after all.