Claude hadn't expected Guy to get the door for him -- nor would he have wanted him to, seeing how injured he was. Instead, as soon as he got the okay, he pushed the door open and shuffled inside. It was a bit of a balancing act, making sure he had everything in his arms. As soon as he let the door close behind him, the pillowcase slipped from his grasp and clattered noisily to the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that," he said belatedly. The blond fell silent as he glanced over all of the things he'd brought, wondering what he was supposed to do with them. (He had the meat cleaver strapped to his leg, too, right? He probably needed to untie that--) But then he caught sight of Guy lying on the bed, and he was suddenly more concerned about that.
"How're you feeling?" he asked. "Any better?" Maybe it was kind of a stupid question since he'd seen Guy just that morning, but he wasn't sure if the nurses gave him any kind of medicine to help with his pain or not. Claude kind of hoped they did, but, at the same time, he could see why it'd be bad to have his senses dulled, too. It sure made getting ready for nightshift more of a chore than normal, anyway.
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"Sorry 'bout that," he said belatedly. The blond fell silent as he glanced over all of the things he'd brought, wondering what he was supposed to do with them. (He had the meat cleaver strapped to his leg, too, right? He probably needed to untie that--) But then he caught sight of Guy lying on the bed, and he was suddenly more concerned about that.
"How're you feeling?" he asked. "Any better?" Maybe it was kind of a stupid question since he'd seen Guy just that morning, but he wasn't sure if the nurses gave him any kind of medicine to help with his pain or not. Claude kind of hoped they did, but, at the same time, he could see why it'd be bad to have his senses dulled, too. It sure made getting ready for nightshift more of a chore than normal, anyway.