*Gilbert opened his mouth, meaning to say something, anything, about why didn’t you stop him. But he knew there wasn’t actually anything the woman, or anyone really, could have done to prevent it, so he hold back his need to lash out to cover his helplessness and frustration. Then Schwarz getting up immediately cut off his train of thought and he went after him and grabbed him by the shoulders.*
And where do you think you are going? Sit back here that we are not done. *He tried to push him back down onto the couch, all the while trying to examine him again.* What were you even- grabbing random drinks, I can’t fucking believe it. Are you hurt? What happened after that? *He wasn’t even sure if he was trying to ask Schwarz or the woman* From where in the hell did you get a freaking rapier?
[The woman sighed and shook her head] I’m sure you’ll get more out of him. I found him afterwards pacing in front of the bar, tripping over his own feet, now- I need to get home. [She turned and headed for the door, leaving as quickly as possible]
[Schwarz gave a soft plaintive whine] Gil-, Gilly- [He took one of Gilbert’s hands as he allowed himself to be pushed back on the couch. He took to kissing the knuckles of the hand he’d taken while he let the rapier clatter to the floor] ‘M not hurt. I’m not. [That seems to have been the only question he really registered]
*He mumbled a ‘thank you’ to the woman but didn’t pay her leaving much mind. he had a bigger worry at the moment than to be polite.* Sorry, Schwarzy, but I don’t trust your judgement right now, so stay put. *He pulled back his hand and kept on trying to find a bruise or… anything really. He was feeling scared, helpless, only knowing about what happened after everything had already gone down and if he found out anyone had hurt Schwarz while he wasn’t there to help him there would be hell to pay.* I can’t even… fucking believe… What happened? Do you remember? Anything?