The boy reached out in turn, slowly, still treading as if in some kind of...almost-dream. The kind where if he wasn't too careful, it'd turn out badly.

But the weight transferred to him with no other consequences than a little too-heavy tug of weight dropping down before he could catch it. Oof. He puffed, smiling weakly, feeling sillier by the moment.

He shouldered the bag, bending to the side most weighted down to snatch at the remaining, fidgeting to make sure he wasn't going to trip or topple over when he moved. Once secured, he hesitated, looking back at Francaeur.

He held up a hand, mouthing the words: Wait here.

Obviously he couldn't go marching up to his temp boss with a giant bug-thing in tow, but...but somehow, he couldn't just go marching up and not come back. So maybe...