I recognize him in about the same second I realize he's limping, and my cables snap out faster than my feet can move, picking him up gently about the waist. "Mon rouge, what happened?" Not doing a great job of proving to myself that I don't care and that I'm a danger to him and... whatever else I'm supposed to be proving to him with this clandestine meeting.

I bring my closer, but I manage to set him carefully down and retract my cables, clearing my throat and avoiding bleu's gaze. This is already going against our intent, and my own rashness is the problem.