[ Wash doesn't stray too far, stays within arm's reach, and when Byerly coughs and struggles for air, he actually reaches out to take hold of his shoulder, to steady him -- and to keep him where he is. He tips his head to the side slightly, still watching him, and for all that he was able to seemingly just switch off just like that, there's still that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Still watching how he struggles, every rattling inhale, his eyes flicking briefly down to watch his throat. Some redness there, but definitely nothing that'll bruise. Good. ]
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Why? Did you want a little more than that?