[on some level, he understands what she's doing; on another, he is too damn tired for this. she does end up having to tug a bit, which ends up having him halfheartedly waving a hand to try and push hers away, but he is trying.
really.
honestly.
he doesn't waste energy on anything more than closed-mouth sounds of affirmation or acknowledgement, though, wearily moving to his feet and once again leaning on her. and, once again, those metal ants - the microbots - shift behind, a grouping moving up on his legs as if to provide an exoskeleton's support.
it's...actually a very good thing that the technokinesis has them so much more responsive than the mask and band. it seems exhausting to simply imagine walking, much less do it, but Harley will be able to get him moving and in to the room.
only so much is promised once he's inside and in a position to collapse, though.]
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really.
honestly.
he doesn't waste energy on anything more than closed-mouth sounds of affirmation or acknowledgement, though, wearily moving to his feet and once again leaning on her. and, once again, those metal ants - the microbots - shift behind, a grouping moving up on his legs as if to provide an exoskeleton's support.
it's...actually a very good thing that the technokinesis has them so much more responsive than the mask and band. it seems exhausting to simply imagine walking, much less do it, but Harley will be able to get him moving and in to the room.
only so much is promised once he's inside and in a position to collapse, though.]