Dustin could never claim to have a good bedside manner, and the way he handles Radley's quick spiral deeper into panic should be a prime example of why.
"Forty total, including us," he says automatically, folding his arms and glancing towards the ceiling while he thinks through the exact numbers. "There have been plenty of others, though. Haven't done a full count through the Network yet, and that wouldn't get everyone, just the people that have used their tablets, anyway. All indications point towards this being a separate universe from the ones we're pulled from, so realistically speaking the Agrii could bring us back to exactly where and when they found us, although the chances of them actually doing that is--"
The soft thump of Radley backing into the wall snaps Dustin's attention back to him. His eyes widen, befuddled. He's...having a panic attack? Dustin knows how to recognize the symptoms of one and handle it for himself, but someone else? Totally lost. Dustin's jaw works for a couple of seconds, brain spinning, when suddenly the absolute last person he wanted to see shows up at the other end of the hall.
"...Oh, fuck's sake," the boy groans, kneading the bridge of his nose. This just became a lot more complicated and irritating. He whirls on York, shoulders bristling. "--I was invited, jackass!" Dustin makes a dismissive gesture towards Radley. "This idiot was brought here by the Agrii, he clearly doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Leave him out of whatever bullshit grandstanding you're about to do, would you?"
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"Forty total, including us," he says automatically, folding his arms and glancing towards the ceiling while he thinks through the exact numbers. "There have been plenty of others, though. Haven't done a full count through the Network yet, and that wouldn't get everyone, just the people that have used their tablets, anyway. All indications point towards this being a separate universe from the ones we're pulled from, so realistically speaking the Agrii could bring us back to exactly where and when they found us, although the chances of them actually doing that is--"
The soft thump of Radley backing into the wall snaps Dustin's attention back to him. His eyes widen, befuddled. He's...having a panic attack? Dustin knows how to recognize the symptoms of one and handle it for himself, but someone else? Totally lost. Dustin's jaw works for a couple of seconds, brain spinning, when suddenly the absolute last person he wanted to see shows up at the other end of the hall.
"...Oh, fuck's sake," the boy groans, kneading the bridge of his nose. This just became a lot more complicated and irritating. He whirls on York, shoulders bristling. "--I was invited, jackass!" Dustin makes a dismissive gesture towards Radley. "This idiot was brought here by the Agrii, he clearly doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Leave him out of whatever bullshit grandstanding you're about to do, would you?"