"No-?! Why would I fight you?" he blinks at him while wheezing out words in panic- completely out of space in his otherwise civilian glory. His shoulders hunch when the storm crackles and bellows at him even thinking of lowering his guard down. The green tentacle, tainted in designs of neon blue glow as it recedes back to him and hovers almost menacingly behind him. He looks severely out of space here, even with the supposed monster or the manifestation of his other self which doesn't look any less unnerving.

"Eek-!" His hands flew over his head when the thunder threatened to crackle and he tried to calm his nerves, he really did but damn. His car- no, no I need to focus. I can't let this spiral.

As he...slowly lowered his arms he carefully glanced at the man and his brows furrow- making quick note of his injury before looking ahead and he gulps.

"You...you are injured." He gestures at him bleeding, raising one hand to let Azathoth pull back a little as he slowly takes a step forward. "I really don't think you should push yourself like this."