Ned mirrors Charlie's movements on the other side, being as careful as he can be not to jostle Meyer or put too much pressure on his wounded torso. Still, there's only so much either of them can do to cushion him, and Ned is only too aware of that gasp for air and the pain that must have caused it.
He can't understand what Charlie is saying to Meyer but the tone and pace of the words, the repetitions and cadences communicate plenty to him. It strikes him as curious for perhaps the first time that Charlie would know Yiddish. That can't be common, considering his own background and the time and place in which he grew up. Ned glimpses the look on Charlie's face as he's staring at Meyer, the focus of it, the worry and obvious love. It strikes him as particularly intense, but he doesn't think any more of it just yet.
Once Meyer is settled he lets go of him quickly, takes a respectful step back.
"Call me if-" he doesn't want to say if something goes wrong, substitutes, "-if you need anything." He addresses the words to Charlie, hopes that he will heed them, hear them through the haze of his concern.
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He can't understand what Charlie is saying to Meyer but the tone and pace of the words, the repetitions and cadences communicate plenty to him. It strikes him as curious for perhaps the first time that Charlie would know Yiddish. That can't be common, considering his own background and the time and place in which he grew up. Ned glimpses the look on Charlie's face as he's staring at Meyer, the focus of it, the worry and obvious love. It strikes him as particularly intense, but he doesn't think any more of it just yet.
Once Meyer is settled he lets go of him quickly, takes a respectful step back.
"Call me if-" he doesn't want to say if something goes wrong, substitutes, "-if you need anything." He addresses the words to Charlie, hopes that he will heed them, hear them through the haze of his concern.