[Break leans up against Qrow in turn, grateful for the warmth of him. He can't twist toward him as much as he'd like, given the placement of his wounds -- his core is out of action, and while he'll be able to stand and move around and so on, transitioning between up and down and rolling over are going to take some strategizing for a little while. But he nuzzles his face into Qrow's shoulder at least, muffling a bitter little laugh in the other man's shirt.]
Thank you for sparing me that cheese. If you were too cool at me now, I'd probably die from the final blow to my pride.
[Whatever he feels of Qrow's sense of guilt, Break doesn't address it. It's so like his own it's probably not worth talking about. Or, maybe that makes it even more worth discussing, but -- not right now. They won't get anywhere with it, so close to today's scare still.]
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Thank you for sparing me that cheese. If you were too cool at me now, I'd probably die from the final blow to my pride.
[Whatever he feels of Qrow's sense of guilt, Break doesn't address it. It's so like his own it's probably not worth talking about. Or, maybe that makes it even more worth discussing, but -- not right now. They won't get anywhere with it, so close to today's scare still.]