[he supposes that he's glad for the lack of bodily fluids, although no one would ever know it from the dissatisfied grunt he lets out. the real problem is that Vincent's body, having now just taken several additional blows to the head, is just as battered - and now being forced to support a weight several times its own. in many ways this is worse than any attack his companion had intentionally thrown his way.
his knees wobble valiantly for a moment, attempting to stay upright on sheer stubbornness alone, but it's a losing battle. prying Kit's mutilated hand off the doorknob, he slowly slides down the door and onto the ground with his additional baggage.
after all that he really ought to roll Kit right onto the ground. instead he allows him to remain where he is, responding only with a very disgruntled:]
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his knees wobble valiantly for a moment, attempting to stay upright on sheer stubbornness alone, but it's a losing battle. prying Kit's mutilated hand off the doorknob, he slowly slides down the door and onto the ground with his additional baggage.
after all that he really ought to roll Kit right onto the ground. instead he allows him to remain where he is, responding only with a very disgruntled:]
What the hell did you think would happen?