[Caspian]

MJ was aware of Bow’s suspicion, but he didn’t make any sound to protest at what she said.

oonjumper hesitated at the request for help carrying Snatcher, not wanting to make things worse by simply being there. But nonetheless, he complied. “S-sure, I’ll help.” MJ said, his words slightly more quiet than usual. He wasn’t a very loud person, but he wasn’t radio silent either. He was a safe in between loud and quiet. A peaceful, medium-volume voice level.

Moonjumper drifted over and awkwardly propped Snatcher’s other arm up around his own shoulder.

Moonjumper was feeling REALLY awkward, since he had definitely messed up in some way. In some form, shape, or size, he could’ve prevented this, couldn’t he? The answer, to MJ, was tilting to yes. But it wasn’t time to dwell on that, it wasn’t time to think of what he could’ve done differently.

MJ glanced down at Snatcher, daring to look at his eyes. He wanted to make sure that there was at least…. Something in there. Something to signal that Snatcher hadn’t just given up on anything and everything, some sign that he at least still wanted to…. Be here, despite his current situation and mindset.

Moonjumper couldn’t shake a feeling of guilt, seeing that his words had caused Snatcher to basically have a mental breakdown. Or… at least worsen one.

@sock
(AHHHH, SNATCHER NEEDS A HUUUGGGG )