[Harlan would absolutely be pointing and laughing if he was spectating this garbage fire of a rescue attempt, but since it's happening to him, he's pissed. And thoroughly freaked. Suddenly he's on the ground, laying on top of some fucking stranger whose got his arms wrapped around him. The arms are off the table pretty much instantly, but that does nothing to make this situation more palatable. In short: Fuck this.
He rolls off the guy and scrambles away as fast as he can, only climbing to his feet after he's put a good few feet of distance between them. Even then, his legs are unsteady. He swallows hard, trying to get his breathing under control so he can tear this jackass a new one.
He doesn't exactly manage it, but he's impatient.]
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He rolls off the guy and scrambles away as fast as he can, only climbing to his feet after he's put a good few feet of distance between them. Even then, his legs are unsteady. He swallows hard, trying to get his breathing under control so he can tear this jackass a new one.
He doesn't exactly manage it, but he's impatient.]
What the fuck is your problem?