"I'm on my way! Promise!" Reaching to grab a pack of cigarettes from the dash Aramis went to light it up damn near rolling is eyes as he heard the others grunting into the phone.
"I asked where the fuck you were? I've literally been waiting for thirty god damn minutes I'm bout to walk mother fucker!" Porthos complained clearly pissed off. Ok yeah oops, he'd been perhaps a bit to sidetracked and what should have been a quicky hadz DEFINITELY not been a quicky whatsoever! Ok well he could have taken longer and damn near still had a mix of sex and sleep hair but in his defense …. She was hot oops!
"No! No don't do that I'm literally down the street! Shit!" Aramis replied sounding about as frazzled as he looked. There went some of the cigarette ash on the floor boards which he quickly moved to stomp on with his sneaker. Miracle he'd even got those on as he'd basically pulled on his gym shorts and shoes, grabbed his keys and mad dashed out of the house. Porthos being mad was like a damn curse ok, you got stuck living with it for DAYS sometimes so definitely something he'd wanted to avoid.
"Shit what? Dude are you alright?" Porthos asked suddenly sounding a bit concerned. That moment of wondering if the idiot was still drunk from the night before. Definitely crossed Porthos's mind and was definitely partly true.
"Yup dandy! Sorry I … it was nothing look I'm about to be there I'll… honk loudly if you aren't out front and embarrass you shitless!!" Aramis mused smartly sniggering a bit wickedly. Yeah Porthos found that even less funny and a moment later had threatened to kick his ass if he did before hanging up.
Taking a hard turn, Aramis had just hit the gas when it happened. Probably a good thing to, one second he'd been turning down the quieter residential street he usually used as a short cut and the next someone was quite literally in front of him. THUD!
"Fuck!!! Are you kidding me!!!" He sort of whined the last part to himself mainly. Doubtful the other now on the ground could here anyway but rather quickly he was backing up just, a hair and putting the near brand new looking Kia stinger in park. Moving to open the door rather quickly he was soon dropping the cigarette without much care about it and moving around the front in a good deal of a hurry. 'Please be ok, please be ok!' mind racing he was soon moving up towards the other quickly.
"Shit are you ok!?"
The one time Trent decided to take a walk on his own and he got hit by a car. "Ow," he complained reassuringly, squinting up at the man who had hit him. He'd hit Trent's leg, taking him by surprise, and Trent had kind of crumpled. Then again, he was always getting into some mishap or other.
"I'll probably bruise, but I think I'll be okay," he said, grinning disarmingly at the man. "I'm Trent!"
"Woah ok ok, um take it slow...." Aramis was quick to let his gaze drift over the other as if assessing what he was seeing. Moving to kneel beside him his worried expression however sort of changed to a bit of a daft looking one for a moment before he chuckled lightly. Friendly guy for having just been hit by his car. "Aramis... Hi... Um .. that sounded bad are you sure you're ok to try and stand?" He asked again glancing down to Trent's legs before back to the other.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" Trent chirped with that same happy grin. He tried to stand-- and got maybe an inch off the ground before shaking his head and sitting back down. "Hey, if you're in a hurry, can I ride along with you to wherever you're going? And then afterwards if I don't feel better, I'll go to the doctor." He made a little face; he didn't like doctors much.
"Woah woah OK! I said slow!" Aramis mused for a moment nearly lecturing but a note of teasing in his voice towards the end as Trent went back down to his ass. Then his brow furrowed a bit "A hurry? ... " He sighed remembering where he'd been going. Ok Trent had a point he probably wouldn't even have hit him had he been thinking straight whatsoever. Or not in a hurry. Or sober.. or actually had more in his system then left over Tequila and half the bottle of water in the car.
"Look ok yeah, I kinda was but not anymore, if you can't stand that's not exactly a great sign, mind if I .. have a quick look? Promise I'll be gentle" He added finally, his tone a bit light trying to keep from sounding to worried, though he was already cautiously reaching for Trent's Leg. Mind briefly trying to remember where he'd managed to hit him.
"So like, if you wanted a ride you could have just waived you know. Didn't need to go and do this!" He added a bit teasingly trying to keep the conversation going as he moved to lightly feel over the others knee and down towards his lower leg, briefly eyeing the bruising at this point. Yeah ok, he was definitely taking him to the actual doctor. Better to be positive he hadn't gotten any hairline fractures or bruised bones either.
Trent laughed. He liked this guy better than a doctor, he decided. "Please," he said, gesturing to his leg.
"No, I only decided I wanted a ride after you hit me," he explained helpfully. "Before that, I was just going for a walk. My friends are... doing whatever it is they do when I'm not around," he said cheerfully. "Oh, if I didn't say it, it's nice to meet you, Aramis." He held out his hand to shake.
Ok this guy was certainly impressively calm for the situation. It brought a more genuine smile to his face for a moment as he looked up at the other and moved back to his haunches again and chuckled. "Nice to meet you to Trent. To bad it wasn't at a bar or something sheesh... I'm so sorry" He added once more with a bit of a sigh. Then glancing down to his legs once more "Is it just that leg?" He asked just.to be sure. Better to be safe before making a decision to help him off the ground and how just yet.
"We can also go to a bar later, if you want," Trent suggested. He only drank socially, but it was a more normal place to meet, and he liked seeming normal when he could.
"Mm, that's the leg you hit," he said uncertainly. "I can't stand on one foot or I'd try standing on the other one."
Aramis snickered again "Careful... I may take you up on that" He teased but then hearing the other his face was back concerned. Damn it! Ok well, at least the other was being honest. "Ok well, here's to trying right? Stay put a second, don't move!" He added briefly point his finger at Trent before he moved to stand and jogged around to his passenger side door. The damn thing was a mess which, frankly wasn't the best look. But in the least...
Grabbing several files from work he closed them and sort of put them together before tossing them into the back. Them grabbing the few littered bottles of water, soda, oops that was actually a beer can! He soon tossed them into the back or onto the floor before adjusting the seat back far enough it he could help Trent comfortably in.
There went his phone. Porthos... Fuck! Ok he'd text him soon! For the moment he hit ignore and put it back on the middle console before moving back out and around to where he'd left Trent.
"Ok! Now I really hope you're not heavier than you look so do me a huge favor and don't dead weight to much. I'm unfortunately not super man" He teased moving to offer the other his hand, and as he moved to help him up soon had Trent by arm. "Alright that arm over my shoulder, yup, alright move at your pace I gotcha" He spoke encouragingly for the moment holding onto the other as best he could. By this point with Trent's arm over his shoulders and his other arm around Trent's middle.
"Sooo get hit here often?" He teased once they were mid way to the car. "Ok that was a bad joke...." He caught himself despite actually snickering.
Trent obediently stayed put and watched Aramis with interest.
"Oh, I'm very dense," Trent said apologetically. He put his arm over Aramis's shoulder as directed and did his best to engage his muscles so Aramis didn't have to work too hard to get him in the car.
"No," Trent answered seriously, "but I did get hit by a bus outside the Covina Inn and Suites, back in the States! Does that count?"
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