The young man had to bite his lip again when the figure sat up, eyes bugging at the sight of the six-foot-something [i]beast[/i] before him. It wasn't the height and girth that bothered the frog, for some reason that struck a sense of familiarity and comfort--no, but the dried blood around his neck was a little unsettling. He flinched at the man's low, gravelly voice, and nodded to let the other know he heard him.

When the tiny...something or other...started screaming beside him, he gave his own yelp of surprise and flinched the other way--back towards the giant with the chains around his wrists--and then skittered backwards when he realized his mistake. He watched his fellow green-bean spasm at the wide, beautiful ocean, and held his hand at half-mast as if thinking of something comforting to say.

Of course, he didn't even know what the problem was and wasn't feeling 100% himself. He dropped his hand to his lap and felt his eyes well up in hopelessness, then he buried his face in his hands to muffle the imminent string of swears and the oh-my-god's.