[Firo glimpses Crow's wrist, but it's yanked away so quickly that he wonders if it was just a trick of the light. He hardly has time to think about it before Crow's falling; he tries to reach for him again, but misses. Panicked, he scrambles to the edge of the roof and looks down.]
Crow! Crow, are you-?
[Oh shit. Firo can't curse enough to express his distress. If Crow's hurt--or dead--Firo's responsible when he was supposed to be looking out for the kid.]
Hang on!
[He slips back through the window and charges through the house to Crow. Cautiously, he shakes his shoulder.]
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Crow! Crow, are you-?
[Oh shit. Firo can't curse enough to express his distress. If Crow's hurt--or dead--Firo's responsible when he was supposed to be looking out for the kid.]
Hang on!
[He slips back through the window and charges through the house to Crow. Cautiously, he shakes his shoulder.]