Llewellyn had been relieved to see the signs of life ahead of him as he stumbled up the beach side, shoes still sinking awkwardly into sand with each step. He was pretty sure he’d seen the guy on the plane, sitting behind him. Maybe if he’d been a little less preoccupied with checking in on the twins before takeoff, he could have said hello, and might have learned what his name was.
Of course, he drew to an awkward halt when Cassian got up and held what appeared to be a cellphone like it was a weapon.
And well... Sure, it’s just a cellphone, but he backs up a few clumsy steps on instinct. Too used to threatening gestures and what usually came after them, Llewellyn’s instincts were firmly settled in the flight category rather than fight. He opened his mouth, intending to make an attempt at de-escalating the reaction when Cassian rasped out a greeting and fell back onto the sand.
Oh, no. “Uh... Hey—” He moved closer hesitantly, rather feeling like flopping onto the sand himself. The only thing that keeps him from doing that was the nerves still buzzing in a quiet panic over the whole situation. “Are you um— okay? Well, not okay. I don’t think that’s possible, I mean... With all this.” He might have been rambling (he was definitely rambling), but Cassian would have to forgive him.
“Just—are you injured or anything?” He finally came to a halt and gave in to gravity to drop onto the sand. Close enough to observe and see if he should be worried, but far enough to give him a chance at a head start if Cassian didn’t want company.
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Of course, he drew to an awkward halt when Cassian got up and held what appeared to be a cellphone like it was a weapon.
And well... Sure, it’s just a cellphone, but he backs up a few clumsy steps on instinct. Too used to threatening gestures and what usually came after them, Llewellyn’s instincts were firmly settled in the flight category rather than fight. He opened his mouth, intending to make an attempt at de-escalating the reaction when Cassian rasped out a greeting and fell back onto the sand.
Oh, no. “Uh... Hey—” He moved closer hesitantly, rather feeling like flopping onto the sand himself. The only thing that keeps him from doing that was the nerves still buzzing in a quiet panic over the whole situation. “Are you um— okay? Well, not okay. I don’t think that’s possible, I mean... With all this.” He might have been rambling (he was definitely rambling), but Cassian would have to forgive him.
“Just—are you injured or anything?” He finally came to a halt and gave in to gravity to drop onto the sand. Close enough to observe and see if he should be worried, but far enough to give him a chance at a head start if Cassian didn’t want company.