[Mephisto nods, body bending to accommodate for her weight. His hand snakes around her waist, securing him to her side as he moves to balance the two of them. Carefully, he eases her off of the treadmill, all while the fingers of his free hand try to figure out how to turn the damned thing off.
He gives up after a short moment and begins to guide her to a better place to sit.]
I'm starting to get too used to worrying about you.
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He gives up after a short moment and begins to guide her to a better place to sit.]
I'm starting to get too used to worrying about you.