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To say he was even ‘okay’ was a stretch, the boy had been walking with wide eyes since Patches had seen him again. He was wide awake, and seemingly paranoid of something, or at least bothered or disturbed. His hair was tied in total knots and frizzing out like crazy. Yet looked tired, no… exhausted, the stress of a war-torn soldier hung on his face.

Luca had hardly even heard himself say he was okay to Patches, so when the question was brought up again, he perked awake from his trance, and realised what he was even asking him.

are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?… 

that question echoed through his mind for what felt like several minutes to Luca, but in reality was only maybe three seconds to Patches.

Luca looked down at the small doctor, and took a shivering breath, holding his hands close to his heart for vague comfort.

“No…” he admitted, closing his eyes. He didn’t CRY, but a couple stray tears rolled down his face.

“No I’m not…”

“I-if you’re sure….” Luca said, kneeling down and cupping his hands.

“I-I’ll try to be c-careful… I-I wouldn’t want to hurt you…” he said. Somehow, as shaky as this kid was and how easily spooked he was, he had an undeniable gentleness to him. Even if he was big, he clearly meant well.

“T-the walk s-shouldn’t be too long anyway….”

He managed to scramble into the palm of the child lightly and it would have felt like he was holding a guinea pig. But with clothes and a medical degree. The healing aura deployed as anyone holding him would immediately start having the effects, though Luca wasn’t inquired so the effects weren’t quite apparent yet. 

“Just keep a firm- but not tight hold of me and I should be fine.” He gave a supportive thumbs up with a grin. 

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To say he was even ‘okay’ was a stretch, the boy had been walking with wide eyes since Patches had seen him again. He was wide awake, and seemingly paranoid of something, or at least bothered or disturbed. His hair was tied in total knots and frizzing out like crazy. Yet looked tired, no… exhausted, the stress of a war-torn soldier hung on his face.

Luca had hardly even heard himself say he was okay to Patches, so when the question was brought up again, he perked awake from his trance, and realised what he was even asking him.

are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?… 

that question echoed through his mind for what felt like several minutes to Luca, but in reality was only maybe three seconds to Patches.

Luca looked down at the small doctor, and took a shivering breath, holding his hands close to his heart for vague comfort.

“No…” he admitted, closing his eyes. He didn’t CRY, but a couple stray tears rolled down his face.

“No I’m not…”

“I-I…. w-well…..” Luca said, continuing to not be sure about this whole thing. Putting himself in danger was one thing, but putting someone else at risk?… 

“….Alright.” Luca concluded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He didn’t like it, but, admittedly, having someone around to help him would be nice. 

“My uh… house isn’t far from here, maybe just a few blocks…” Luca said, motioning with his hand to the direction opposite of Patches. 

“I-I could carry you there t-to save you the trouble of walking that far……” he offered. “O-only if you want to, though!….” Luca suddenly blurted out to back up the statement, thinking Patches might take offense to the idea of some kid carrying him around like a doll.

“Oh that’s fine! I’m used to being carried around anyways.” 
That was very much the truth- he honestly couldn’t walk far distances without having to hitch hike a ride off of someone- if they knew he was there or not. Patches was very nervous about the prospect of being hauled into scary territory but Luca was more important than his little paranoias that kept him awake at night. 

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To say he was even ‘okay’ was a stretch, the boy had been walking with wide eyes since Patches had seen him again. He was wide awake, and seemingly paranoid of something, or at least bothered or disturbed. His hair was tied in total knots and frizzing out like crazy. Yet looked tired, no… exhausted, the stress of a war-torn soldier hung on his face.

Luca had hardly even heard himself say he was okay to Patches, so when the question was brought up again, he perked awake from his trance, and realised what he was even asking him.

are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?… 

that question echoed through his mind for what felt like several minutes to Luca, but in reality was only maybe three seconds to Patches.

Luca looked down at the small doctor, and took a shivering breath, holding his hands close to his heart for vague comfort.

“No…” he admitted, closing his eyes. He didn’t CRY, but a couple stray tears rolled down his face.

“No I’m not…”

Luca hesitated upon that question. He gave the doctor a concerned look. He got the message when Patches had said it, but the thought worried Luca more than he’d like to admit.  

“O-only if.. you’re okay with it.” he said.

“I-I wouldn’t want to p-put you in danger…” he said. If Luca himself was pushed around and even hit, who knows what damage could be done to Patches? As much as Luca wanted it… he knew that Patches could get hurt just as easy.

“A-are you sure?…”

Patches rose his eyebrows with a concerned frown. Sure he’d been determined to avoid humans as much as possible because it was super dangerous. But after hearing that story he couldn’t help but to feel compelled to help this poor kid. They had to do something or atleast keep Luca healed. 

“Ofcourse! You should have someone else looking out for you! If…if that means i’d be living in those walls.” 

Not the most delightful of houses but he’d been living in a war base for the past five years- nothing could really be worse after that.

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To say he was even ‘okay’ was a stretch, the boy had been walking with wide eyes since Patches had seen him again. He was wide awake, and seemingly paranoid of something, or at least bothered or disturbed. His hair was tied in total knots and frizzing out like crazy. Yet looked tired, no… exhausted, the stress of a war-torn soldier hung on his face.

Luca had hardly even heard himself say he was okay to Patches, so when the question was brought up again, he perked awake from his trance, and realised what he was even asking him.

are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?… 

that question echoed through his mind for what felt like several minutes to Luca, but in reality was only maybe three seconds to Patches.

Luca looked down at the small doctor, and took a shivering breath, holding his hands close to his heart for vague comfort.

“No…” he admitted, closing his eyes. He didn’t CRY, but a couple stray tears rolled down his face.

“No I’m not…”

Luca slunk to the ground as Patches climbed up his shoulder, his breaths became increasingly disheveled and hurt. ‘are you okay’ was all he needed. He needed to tell someone about this.

Luca could only nod in response to Patches. It had been a bad week indeed, ‘bad’ was almost an understatement. If he wasn’t having a vision that showed him the most terrible acts of humanity, writhing in the screams and hurt of other people he couldn’t save in the trance of his dreams, it was nightmares. Nightmares about Monsters, or his parents… or his eldest brother.

But Patches didn’t know that… Nobody did.

“Y-you… w-wouldn’t b-believe it.. i-if I told you…” Luca stuttered between his panicked breaths and hurt sniffles.

“Oh Luca..” 
His heart ached badly like he saw a puppy getting kicked or something. He wasn’t sure how Luca was suffering and why he seemed upset but the doctor couldn’t stand by. Patches leaned away for a second and unbuttoned his lab coat and pushed it towards Luca. Offering it to wipe is tears away. It wasn’t like Patches was tall enough to go grab a tissue or anything. 

“Here, use this. And you can tell me anything that’s wrong. Trust me. I’ve been through a lot of weird things if you can see.” He lightly chuckled but kept it quiet. Trying to comfort the poor lad. 

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“W-well… I… it’s… kind of a long story I-” Luca started before the walls shook again and distant screams rang outside. It was starting to really bother Luca, he’d seen death before, but, not like this, not this intense. 

He could agree with the notion of getting out of here, he nodded in response to Patches and began looking around for possible escape routes from this madness, although with all the distant gunshots it was hard to focus on developing a clever plan. 

Having to witness this poor kid having a panic attack from the screaming outside. Maybe he could help him get into the base to wait out for cease fire. Patches trailed along with the kid when they were looking for a way out. Trying to speak up louder due to the noises.

“It’s much quieter in the buildings a bit up ahead! I could lead you there and we can wait till the battle ends!”