002] mercy waits to take your hand [location: wayne manor/backdated forever]

[sibreden]

By the time he reaches the place where he's figured Sagramore must be, the rescue committee has of course come and gone. He stands on the sidewalk for a few minutes, swearing in repressed panic, before he remembers the map -- it's going to take him a while to get used to that. He's still a little scraped and bruised by his own encounter with

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[obscuronoctis]

Mordred has pretty damn good timing, anyway, as Bruce was just starting to go through what evidence of Sagramore's presence he could find on the tablet network. As he found a cached recording of the indisposed man's arrival, he knows who Mordred is and that they're comrades. ... Of a sort, anyway.

That said, when he opens the door, he doesn't look surprised or even terribly curious.

"You're Mordred?"

[crophisownrose]

"Back with you?"

[sibreden]

Gentler: "Will you?"

[crophisownrose]

He hesitates, and then, "--Yes. Thank you."

[sibreden]

"Don't be stupid," Mordred says, but the rigid tension in his shoulders eases, then. He tucks his hands behind him, and waits for Sagramore to catch up again.

[crophisownrose]

Which he does, with a slight wince, and returns to Mordred's side. After a slight pause he puts his hand on Mordred's shoulder.

[sibreden]

He reaches up to take it, briefly, and then lets go. "It's not so far."

[crophisownrose]

"I know." Sagramore sighs lightly. "That fellow couldn't wait to see my back. Jesu, as if I wanted to be in there."

[sibreden]

"He was right, you know."

[crophisownrose]

"Right about what?"

[sibreden]

Mordred sighs. "You ought to take more care."

[crophisownrose]

"To what end?"

[sibreden]

"Not getting sick in the street, for a start." And then, a deliberate move, past the tightness in his chest: "You're always harping on your damned obligations. What good are you to me dead?"

[crophisownrose]

It's a perfectly chosen question to get to him, and he blanches. "Christ, sir-- I'm sorry."

[sibreden]

Which is what he gets for pulling that. He reaches for Sagramore's arm and shakes him a little, to cover his own sick feeling. "Use sense, all right?"

[crophisownrose]

"You're right. Christ. I wasn't thinking."