[ He turns, when Hakkai calls his name, follows his movements dumbly as Hakkai reaches down and pulls out a gauze pad. Is it for Hakkai's bloody mouth?
Oh. No. It's for him.
...Fine. He's not so caught up in his I'm-the-worst routine that he can't see the benefit of patching his face up before taking a several mile hike down a volcano. Almost. But not quite. ]
Thanks, [ he mumbles, shuffling over (his balance isn't the greatest at the moment) and taking the offered gauze. Carefully, he presses it to his nose, watching Hakkai over the edge of the pad with tired, bloodshot eyes.
He should say something, shouldn't he? ]
I don't hate you. [ Shit, no, sorry, he has to sit back down. He's really light-headed. ] Maybe I don't know how to love, but I know I don't hate you.
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Oh. No. It's for him.
...Fine. He's not so caught up in his I'm-the-worst routine that he can't see the benefit of patching his face up before taking a several mile hike down a volcano. Almost. But not quite. ]
Thanks, [ he mumbles, shuffling over (his balance isn't the greatest at the moment) and taking the offered gauze. Carefully, he presses it to his nose, watching Hakkai over the edge of the pad with tired, bloodshot eyes.
He should say something, shouldn't he? ]
I don't hate you. [ Shit, no, sorry, he has to sit back down. He's really light-headed. ] Maybe I don't know how to love, but I know I don't hate you.