He nodded, his head still tilted. "Right." *** She looked over at him for a moment, before turning back and getting out the gauze, her brows furrowed. "Why are you sorry?"
She chuckled, shaking her head before resting it in the curve of his neck, closing her eyes. * * * "You shouldn't have to handle this," he muttered, grunting from a new wave of pain. "Especially since this... whatever we are is so new, and so tentative, and I just come in here... I really didn't want to mess this us, but I just... I just didn't know where else to go..."
He relaxed, rubbing her back slowly. *** She carefully bandaged the gash as she listened, frowning. She finished up and looked at him seriously. "You haven't messed anything up, Victor. I'm glad you came back here. I would have been worried otherwise."
She was quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying his proximity before she spoke. "We should probably go..." * * * He was looking at the ceiling, but he glanced down at her, frowning. "I'm sorry."
He nodded, pulling away. "Yeah. Go grab a coat." *** She sighed, watching him gently before reaching to carefully brush his hair out of his face. "I was so worried."
She squinted at him, but went over and grabbed a coat, shrugging it on. * * * He looked up at her and tried to sit up. The movement exacerbated the wound, and he groaned, flopping back on the bed. "I'm really sorry. I know I told you I'd be safe. I was trying."
He grinned, slipping on his own coat and shoes. *** "It's okay," she said. "You're okay now. You're here. A bit bloody, but here." She gave him a small smile before getting up and going to get him a fresh shirt and wet washcloth for his hands.
She came over to him, buttoning up her coat quickly. "Okay. Let's go." * * * He grunted, sitting up on his elbows and looking at her. "Nas?"
(Zoop?) * * * He hesitated, looking embarrassed for a moment. He looked down at himself before lying back down. "I really, really like you."
(Yoop!) *** She gave him a grin, coming over with the shirt and washcloth, handing them to him. "I really, really like you too."
They arrived at the waterfront and Dahlia pulled her coat tighter around herself. *** He frowned, trying to take off his shirt with one arm.
Osiris frowned, looking around. "Let's work on crowd control." *** She hesitated. "..Do you want help?"
He hesitated. "Um.. Just try to keep the crowd away from the blockage so any potential waves dont reach them." *** She tilted her head slightly, moving to help.
She hesitated, looking around before nodding. “Okay. Should we split up?” *** His muscles shifted under his skin as she helped him get the shirt off, but she would see mottled bruises across the surface of his body from the last couple days. It had taken a toll.
He nodded. "Yeah, but let's keep checking in on each other, okay?" *** Her eyes scanned the bruises, and she looked up at him softly.
She nodded, looking around distractedly. "Yeah. Okay. I love you." * * * He looked down at himself sheepishly, looking embarrassed. "Ugh. Sorry."
"I love you too," he said easily, before starting off. *** Nascha laughed lightheartedly. "I could've been a lot worse about that. Like.." she looked thoughtful, before raising her eyebrows up and down playfully. "Do you work out?"
(Zoop?) * * * He frowned, looking confused. There was a silence before he spoke. "I was apologizing for the bruises," he said slowly. "I'm not great to look at."
