The Tangle i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company

help!

that single word grips his heart, familiarity registering without conscious thought. he moves toward the source of the cry for help, unthinking, until his gaze lands on a dark figure. the sight sets his heart racing, though he doesn't quite know why. he... can't remember.
but there's no time for memories now. he lunges forward, aiming to snatch the other man's scruff and haul him back toward safety. it doesn't occur to him that this might not be the best course of action, in his current state; no doubt he can pull it off, but if he stopped to consider the aftermath at all, he might think twice. he doesn't.