[ Well then, down he goes. The book flies out of his hands, and for one bizarre moment, as he topples over, he's more concerned about that than anything else. The book is only a loan, it can't get hurt.
But then he's hit the ground and had the breath knocked out of him, and there's a sprawling tangle of body coming down with him, and suddenly it seems like there's larger things to worry about.
He's squirming immediately, looking to clap a steadying hand on the man's shoulder. From the ground, yes. It's the thought that counts. ]
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But then he's hit the ground and had the breath knocked out of him, and there's a sprawling tangle of body coming down with him, and suddenly it seems like there's larger things to worry about.
He's squirming immediately, looking to clap a steadying hand on the man's shoulder. From the ground, yes. It's the thought that counts. ]
I'm sorry, I was-- are you alright?