It's the shout that catches his attention, and while Martin often unkindly thinks of himself as the sort of person who just ducks his head and hurries by when someone is loudly in distress, he never truly has been that sort of person at all, and he stops instead.
It's early, before work; he'd gone out ahead of John to take a longer walk and pick up a few workplace necessities that had been running low. There is a certain hum of activity, people on their various morning commutes, but it still feels too early for this sort of ruckus. Easy enough to spot the source of it, standing in the middle of a sidewalk staring at something clutched tightly in their hand, plainly shell-shocked. Martin didn't see if they'd been there a moment ago, but he can all too easily guess what might just have happened.
He sighs softly, resetting his expectations for the day, and makes his tentative approach.
"Hey, erm — hi," he says, trying to get their attention as gently as possible. "Are you okay?"
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Date: 2024-03-21 12:03 pm (UTC)It's early, before work; he'd gone out ahead of John to take a longer walk and pick up a few workplace necessities that had been running low. There is a certain hum of activity, people on their various morning commutes, but it still feels too early for this sort of ruckus. Easy enough to spot the source of it, standing in the middle of a sidewalk staring at something clutched tightly in their hand, plainly shell-shocked. Martin didn't see if they'd been there a moment ago, but he can all too easily guess what might just have happened.
He sighs softly, resetting his expectations for the day, and makes his tentative approach.
"Hey, erm — hi," he says, trying to get their attention as gently as possible. "Are you okay?"