[Asher bends his knee as Jin falls, all the muscles in the shaolin's body going slack at once. He knew this was coming, somehow, and braces himself to bear the brunt of the other's weight.]
Jin?
[The name is whispered quietly.
When he receives no answer, next pausing to look at the other's face, he inhales sharply. It appears as though after hours of fighting, Kung Jin has finally fallen asleep. Asher resists the urge to touch him or caress his cheek no matter how badly the impulse burns in his beating heart, because he knows the shaolin to be a light sleeper. Instead he merely shifts Jin's body over and onto his back, positioning the arms so that they drape over his shoulders and around his neck. They look silly, probably, with one grown man carrying the other larger one piggy-back style, but the chaos is largely over and Asher is content to carry Jin all the way home.]
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Jin?
[The name is whispered quietly.
When he receives no answer, next pausing to look at the other's face, he inhales sharply. It appears as though after hours of fighting, Kung Jin has finally fallen asleep. Asher resists the urge to touch him or caress his cheek no matter how badly the impulse burns in his beating heart, because he knows the shaolin to be a light sleeper. Instead he merely shifts Jin's body over and onto his back, positioning the arms so that they drape over his shoulders and around his neck. They look silly, probably, with one grown man carrying the other larger one piggy-back style, but the chaos is largely over and Asher is content to carry Jin all the way home.]