Red: he sighed leaning back on the wall. "You seriously doubt that? You're going to be crushed by me if I fall ontop of you. So no, I'd rather not get in shit for killing you."

George: "Well you already have so what is it if you accidentally kill me by crushing me?" George replied. "Now just take my hand. I am starting to look really weird just holding my hand out to you."

Red: he glared at George. "You're not going to be able to carry me, I can't put any weight on my feet so I can't even use you to help me stand. It's pointless."

George: "Eh fine," George sighed before going and sitting by Red. "I am gonna wait here till you heal up enough to walk. Plus, I need to rest a little..."

Red: he rolled his eyes scooting away from George. "Just leave me here and go do whatever you need to do." He refused to look back in George's direction.

George: "That can wait," George yawned, curling up into a snug ball. "I would like to stay here and rest a little longer."

Red: he groaned, hitting his head against the wall a few times. It was freezing down there, yet somehow the air still heavy and hard to breathe.

George: "Say... Eariler you said something on the lines of 'You shouldn't judge me for stuff I didn't do,'" George quoted with an almost concerned. "What does that mean?"

Red: he glanced back at George for just a moment. "It would help if you told me what we were talking about, I don't have a very good memory."

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