[ Enjolras is still trying to determine if he did hit his head; a concussion would so nicely explain why this man who, again, is literally waving a handgun and talking about how easy it would be to murder him, is simultaneously checking on his well-being.
His expression is still guarded as he tries to scoot back further from the brunette, wincing momentarily when he finds that, yes, he did scrape his hands bracing himself from his short drop to the ground. ]
...Okay, let's say I believe you now. Why are you doing this?
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His expression is still guarded as he tries to scoot back further from the brunette, wincing momentarily when he finds that, yes, he did scrape his hands bracing himself from his short drop to the ground. ]
...Okay, let's say I believe you now. Why are you doing this?