[His first thought, when he sees that red and swollen face, the strange gestures and glance that slips from his own so quickly, is that he was right. It's a third person. But it appears to be some mesh of the two, not brand new as he had feared - not that it gives him any idea how to navigate this, but there's some familiarity in each piece.
Petre is fidgeting. Anxious. This is something he can work with, to some degree. Slowly, he steps through the doorway and shuts the door behind him, approaching Petre's bed but not sitting down yet.]
Hey. [He tries to sound gentle, not tentative, and it almost works. But he can't figure out what to say next, so he just stays there, hoping his presence can be some kind of comfort after whatever happened.]
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Petre is fidgeting. Anxious. This is something he can work with, to some degree. Slowly, he steps through the doorway and shuts the door behind him, approaching Petre's bed but not sitting down yet.]
Hey. [He tries to sound gentle, not tentative, and it almost works. But he can't figure out what to say next, so he just stays there, hoping his presence can be some kind of comfort after whatever happened.]