[It's degrading no matter how Frey carries him, and this is marginally better than being slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. That doesn't mean he likes it, of course. His muscles coil tensely at Frey's touch; his shoulders hunch protectively and his hands becomes fists with nowhere to go.
He has no choice he has no choice just calm down except he doesn't want to calm down, because then what does that say?]
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He has no choice he has no choice just calm down except he doesn't want to calm down, because then what does that say?]