"A phobia?" That. Would make sense? "Maybe, yeah. I guess." He still thinks it's weird as heck, but ... well, some people are weird about things. He gets weird creepy crawlies looking at lots of little holes next to each other, so maybe it's the same thing.
(It's not, of course, but he has no way of knowing that yet.)
In any case, he keeps turned away until Héctor tells him it's okay. And then he looks back. That arm looks ... painful. He winces even just glancing at the poor thing. "Yeah, for sure," he says, moving to do just that. He'll just tuck the pieces under one arm and look back over at Héctor again, still concerned. "I can carry you too, y'know."
In case that cane is too awkward to use with one broken arm.
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(It's not, of course, but he has no way of knowing that yet.)
In any case, he keeps turned away until Héctor tells him it's okay. And then he looks back. That arm looks ... painful. He winces even just glancing at the poor thing. "Yeah, for sure," he says, moving to do just that. He'll just tuck the pieces under one arm and look back over at Héctor again, still concerned. "I can carry you too, y'know."
In case that cane is too awkward to use with one broken arm.