[ Harold does not truly, sincerely, regret his suggestion since it gets them expediently out of danger. But he does have to stand in silence for a long moment before responding with his hand covering his mouth and his eyes closed so he doesn't ungracefully vomit on the sidewalk.
Fortunately, Krouse has provided him with a suite of information to process, which helps him move past the physical symptoms.
He opens his eyes. Lowers his hand. Coughs into it once. ] I do know what comic books are. [ He sounds hoarse, but not hoarse enough to mask the depths of bone-dry sarcasm. Harold's old enough to have read comics in their silver age as they were released. ]
I could not be further from being a member of an organized governmental force, but thank you. I think. [ That is absolutely 100% unreservedly true. Suddenly Harold meets his eyes with serious intent. ] And thank you for saving my life, Mr. Krouse. However nauseating the end result is, I greatly appreciate it.
[ It speaks something to Harold, an intrinsic part of Krouse's character that he's learned to look for in others: the type of person who will save a stranger if they can, simply because they can. He holds those people in immense esteem and although he wouldn't be so churlish as to suggest an exchange of favors, that he owes him, he isn't soon to forget it. ]
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Fortunately, Krouse has provided him with a suite of information to process, which helps him move past the physical symptoms.
He opens his eyes. Lowers his hand. Coughs into it once. ] I do know what comic books are. [ He sounds hoarse, but not hoarse enough to mask the depths of bone-dry sarcasm. Harold's old enough to have read comics in their silver age as they were released. ]
I could not be further from being a member of an organized governmental force, but thank you. I think. [ That is absolutely 100% unreservedly true. Suddenly Harold meets his eyes with serious intent. ] And thank you for saving my life, Mr. Krouse. However nauseating the end result is, I greatly appreciate it.
[ It speaks something to Harold, an intrinsic part of Krouse's character that he's learned to look for in others: the type of person who will save a stranger if they can, simply because they can. He holds those people in immense esteem and although he wouldn't be so churlish as to suggest an exchange of favors, that he owes him, he isn't soon to forget it. ]