(He can't help but glare at the hotel staff when they come. Can't they see he's busy? Unless they have something helpful to say or do, he doesn't care what they want-- ah. A room. His look softens only just slightly and he looks back at Shylock.)
Can ya move? (He gives Shylock's hand a squeeze,) I'll help ya. You can try to rest... or... or somethin`.
(And he will help Shylock to the elevator, carrying much of the weight on his shoulders, mindful to not strain Shylock more than he needs to. All the way up to the room, where he doesn't even care to check out the view or anything else in the room. He just wants to set Shylock down and... and he doesn't know? He holds his hand like Shylock had wanted him to but it just feels useless.)
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Can ya move? (He gives Shylock's hand a squeeze,) I'll help ya. You can try to rest... or... or somethin`.
(And he will help Shylock to the elevator, carrying much of the weight on his shoulders, mindful to not strain Shylock more than he needs to. All the way up to the room, where he doesn't even care to check out the view or anything else in the room. He just wants to set Shylock down and... and he doesn't know? He holds his hand like Shylock had wanted him to but it just feels useless.)