Angelo stood, and Isaiah pushed up off of the ground along side him. Metal and plastic joints ached, groaning under the weight and the pressure. They were all tight and tense from years of non-use, and goodness knows what universe or time-jumping might have done. For now thought, even if he felt unsteady, he was confident he wasn't about to drag the other man back down into the sand.
Panting a little, feet set apart, he caught his breath. “I-saiah.” Each syllable was pushed out from between his lips in a deep, airy tone. Giving his surname didn't occur to him for quite some time. He looked at the officer. “Isaiah. Eldridge.” He hadn't introduced himself for a very long time. The name felt foreign, tettering on the edges of being wrong in his head.
The noise was not encouraging. He was pretty sure it wasn't a noise he was choosing to make, but instead simply a noise his body was making. A creaking groan like someone was trying to make a piece of rusty machinery move for the first time in years. It wasn't terribly encouraging, but he wasn't falling over, and once they were stable he started to lurch forward, supporting the majority of Isaiah's weight as he headed towards the car. Passenger seat would just have to do, because he wasn't entirely comfortable sticking him in the back where he couldn't see him.