Andrew gives Almondine a faint smile -- he doesn't know her, but presumably she's a good sort. He glances past Daine, uneasy about the possibility that someone will see what they're doing and get curious. There's nothing for it, though, but to try to get through it before that happens.
"Allons-y," he says with a slightly shaky breath, reaching gingerly for Edgar's hand. Looked at one way, he's saving himself. Looked at another, he's about to hit himself rather hard in the head. Andrew winces and very gently puts his fingers against the chest of his smaller counterpart, trying to ignore the way the other's breath catches despite his efforts not to press. It's harder without the other able to concentrate on the task of merging, but at least the littler Andrew isn't resisting, and after a moment his tiny form blurs into Andrew's hand and Andrew's form swells to a whopping height of 4'1" (or would, if he weren't partly curled up on the steps). He lets out a groan as he's simultaneously hit with a headache that wasn't there before and experiences his headache bleeding off to be much easier to bear than it had been. Sagging down onto the steps, he tries -- something he needs to do, brain, memories, how does he --
"Wha..?" he huffs, confused and frustrated with his confusion. Everything is clear now, and everything is an indecipherable whirl. The two perspectives are refusing to merge, but the influence of the injured Andrew is muddling him too much to allow him to go through his usual compartmentalization exercise.
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"Allons-y," he says with a slightly shaky breath, reaching gingerly for Edgar's hand. Looked at one way, he's saving himself. Looked at another, he's about to hit himself rather hard in the head. Andrew winces and very gently puts his fingers against the chest of his smaller counterpart, trying to ignore the way the other's breath catches despite his efforts not to press. It's harder without the other able to concentrate on the task of merging, but at least the littler Andrew isn't resisting, and after a moment his tiny form blurs into Andrew's hand and Andrew's form swells to a whopping height of 4'1" (or would, if he weren't partly curled up on the steps). He lets out a groan as he's simultaneously hit with a headache that wasn't there before and experiences his headache bleeding off to be much easier to bear than it had been. Sagging down onto the steps, he tries -- something he needs to do, brain, memories, how does he --
"Wha..?" he huffs, confused and frustrated with his confusion. Everything is clear now, and everything is an indecipherable whirl. The two perspectives are refusing to merge, but the influence of the injured Andrew is muddling him too much to allow him to go through his usual compartmentalization exercise.