*Cesar hesitates at first, turning the shirt around in his hands. Then he blots his hands on it, and pinches his nose to catch any further blood. It keeps his hands busy and prevents him from signing, but the fact that he follows is answer enough.*
*He's really not liking the way L is tottering on his feet. With both hands wrapped up in the shirt and an air of distance, Cesar somehow manages to hover from a distance, eyes watching dully for signs of an actual impending fall.*
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Date: 2015-04-04 06:37 am (UTC)*He's really not liking the way L is tottering on his feet. With both hands wrapped up in the shirt and an air of distance, Cesar somehow manages to hover from a distance, eyes watching dully for signs of an actual impending fall.*