Merritt takes a breath, tilting his head again into Dylan's touch, the panic fully receding for the first time since Dylan... since Ben left him here - and then keeps breathing while he works on the locks. The shadow catches his eye properly this time as it shifts into Jack's, and he can't help but breathe out a wry, relieved laugh.
He doesn't quite pitch forward when Dylan frees him, but he does slump forward, pulling his injured hand to his chest as he takes deep breaths for the first time in what feels like days. Dylan's hand on his shoulder feels like four of them, and if his hands weren't all but useless, right now, bloodflow just starting to return, he would reach up to cover them with his own. As it is, he just leans into their touch, taking a moment to breathe.
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Date: 2016-06-17 12:16 am (UTC)He doesn't quite pitch forward when Dylan frees him, but he does slump forward, pulling his injured hand to his chest as he takes deep breaths for the first time in what feels like days. Dylan's hand on his shoulder feels like four of them, and if his hands weren't all but useless, right now, bloodflow just starting to return, he would reach up to cover them with his own. As it is, he just leans into their touch, taking a moment to breathe.