10-02-2019, 03:38 PM
Truthfully, Wormwood hadn't intentionally found put about the whole "Leroy being in Crow's house thing". He just bad a tendency to be a very observant member of the group, not to mention the fact that he commonly visited Selby and Crow to offer his services when they were needed, especially since Selby had been so extremely busy lately, and Worm was legitimately worried that the medic was going to explode if he didn't have somebody helping him out. Plus Worm felt pretty guilty over the fact that he was part of the group making Selby so stressed out. He didn't really think that he needed a lot of looking over – after all, he had just lost an eye – but it seemed as though Selby disagreed with him. So, over all of his different visits with Selby and speaking to him, it had eventually just sort of come up in conversation that Leroy was there. Worm had been... well, caught off guard was one way to put it. After all, all of his encounters with Leroy and Crow thus far had mostly just involved Leroy making fun of the leader of the group. So any sort of chemistry between them? He supposed it could have been there, but he certainly hadn't called it beforehand. Nonetheless, he didn't dwell on it for too long, since he didn't want to assume anything. After all, perhaps Leroy wasn't involved with Crow, and was just hanging out at his house for... some reason.
When Leroy finally spoke, Worm felt a frown of worry came to his face, noting the monotone way that his words poured forth from him without much more than just a need to say something or else the chaser would become further concerned. Shifting his paws as Leroy continued to speak, the hellhound gave a little nod of his head before barking, his claws scraping gently at the dirt beneath him, "Well, that is good. Wouldn't want you going anywhere..." He smiled lightly, opening his mouth to say something, anything to make the conversation a bit more lighthearted, but then Leroy was speaking again in that same exhausted voice, and he was saying things that didn't make sense. Sure, the canned food part wasn't what threw Wormwood off, since he was sure that with a bit of searching.he could find his own supply of the stuff, but it was what followed after that gave him pause. Leroy hadn't wanted to get out much... because he was dying? Confusion and a vague sense of hurt came to his face as he looked at the proxy, confused as to how he possibly couldn't have known that Leroy was dying. Despite all of his interactions with Selby, the medic had kept pretty tight lipped with the information of Leroy's diagnosis unless he knew that the wolfhound wanted somebody to know, and Wormwood often wrote off group rumors as nothing more than that – rumors. So he hadn't thought for even a moment that something was wrong with Leroy. He had figured the other had just been in some sort of funk that it was taking him a while to get out of.
Not only did Leroy drop that metaphorical bomb of information on him suddenly, but then the male just went right on ahead and moved to the next thing, casually asking Wormwood how he was doing. Worm felt his ears pin back in surprise for a moment before he was finally able to speak again, his voice sounding almost as if he had gotten the wind knocked out of him by a swift punch to the stomach – which had almost been what Leroy's words had been like, "I... I've been alright. I've obviously seen better days. After all, I'm stuck like this, and I'm down an eye now thanks to Beck, but that should hopefully be corrected when I'm able to shift back... what... what do you mean, by finding out you don't have much time yet? When did this happen?" Worm had, of course, been present for the check up where Leroy had found out, since he had been getting his wounds from the battle checked out, but he hadn't realized the entirety of the news that Selby had given Leroy then. He had noticed the proxy briefly acting a bit weird, but he hadn't done anything in the moment except nod stiffly and move off, so Worm and most of the others had been blissfully unaware. What possibly could have been killing Leroy? He had seemed so healthy and strong to Wormwood. Sure, he could be a hardass, but Worm had actually respected him more for that, and he certainly didn't want him dead, so what the hell was taking him away from them?
When Leroy finally spoke, Worm felt a frown of worry came to his face, noting the monotone way that his words poured forth from him without much more than just a need to say something or else the chaser would become further concerned. Shifting his paws as Leroy continued to speak, the hellhound gave a little nod of his head before barking, his claws scraping gently at the dirt beneath him, "Well, that is good. Wouldn't want you going anywhere..." He smiled lightly, opening his mouth to say something, anything to make the conversation a bit more lighthearted, but then Leroy was speaking again in that same exhausted voice, and he was saying things that didn't make sense. Sure, the canned food part wasn't what threw Wormwood off, since he was sure that with a bit of searching.he could find his own supply of the stuff, but it was what followed after that gave him pause. Leroy hadn't wanted to get out much... because he was dying? Confusion and a vague sense of hurt came to his face as he looked at the proxy, confused as to how he possibly couldn't have known that Leroy was dying. Despite all of his interactions with Selby, the medic had kept pretty tight lipped with the information of Leroy's diagnosis unless he knew that the wolfhound wanted somebody to know, and Wormwood often wrote off group rumors as nothing more than that – rumors. So he hadn't thought for even a moment that something was wrong with Leroy. He had figured the other had just been in some sort of funk that it was taking him a while to get out of.
Not only did Leroy drop that metaphorical bomb of information on him suddenly, but then the male just went right on ahead and moved to the next thing, casually asking Wormwood how he was doing. Worm felt his ears pin back in surprise for a moment before he was finally able to speak again, his voice sounding almost as if he had gotten the wind knocked out of him by a swift punch to the stomach – which had almost been what Leroy's words had been like, "I... I've been alright. I've obviously seen better days. After all, I'm stuck like this, and I'm down an eye now thanks to Beck, but that should hopefully be corrected when I'm able to shift back... what... what do you mean, by finding out you don't have much time yet? When did this happen?" Worm had, of course, been present for the check up where Leroy had found out, since he had been getting his wounds from the battle checked out, but he hadn't realized the entirety of the news that Selby had given Leroy then. He had noticed the proxy briefly acting a bit weird, but he hadn't done anything in the moment except nod stiffly and move off, so Worm and most of the others had been blissfully unaware. What possibly could have been killing Leroy? He had seemed so healthy and strong to Wormwood. Sure, he could be a hardass, but Worm had actually respected him more for that, and he certainly didn't want him dead, so what the hell was taking him away from them?
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan