"Oh, no," Ainsley breathed, shaking his head. This was fucking awful, and he knew that Harry was going to be heartbroken if he wasn't able to perform in the show. "What... Um... What sorts of options do you mean?" he asked, his eyes meeting Cheyne's and hoping that there were options that would ensure Harry's ability to perform in the show. He didn't know what those might be. This show meant everything to Harry, and Ains knew it. He knew that it would shatter his world to not be able to dance in this show, and it just wasn't fucking fair. He was grateful that Harry hadn't broken anything, but he knew that, when it came to dancing, a sprain could be just as devastating as a break. "Not... Not like options where someone else gets his part, right?"

"Shit, he really bumped his head hard, didn't he?" Ainsley asked softly, his concern written all over his features. He ached to know that Harry was hurting, and he wasn't too naive to realize just how bad a concussion could be. He also knew Logan, and knew that there were far more terrible things that could happen to dancers, so any sort of injury was scary as fuck until you knew the full extent of it. "He's gonna be okay, which is good," he said, grateful for Cheyne's reassurance there. "He's gotta be freaked out that he's going to lose his part, though. It would be horrible if he did. He said that getting a lead like that again could take ages for him."