When was he not proud and stubborn? Of course he had to pick now; he was injured and weak and embarrassed! It was hard enough not being frustrated at himself too badly. Reminding himself what they’d come from and gotten through together helped at least. But it still didn’t cover up the fact they were right here and now broken and bloody with no real idea how to fix that issue. Rest and recuperation could definitely happen, but Sousuke had no idea how to set, much less fix, a broken leg. Or sew up bloody gashes in someone’s shoulder. And he highly doubted Rin knew how to either. Big difference than simply bandaging cuts with a kiss-n-make-it-better.
He was glad to be alive. For all the pain and frustration, the failure of sorts over their heads, the future, they were alive. They’d triumphed over something together, learned a little more about themselves, and ultimately made it out with their lives from a place that probably would’ve taken them. The promises and ideas during the trip could come later or not at all. At least Rin was still here with him… and strange as it was, Sousuke was relieved. Because it went beyond simple humanity and Rin-was-his-god feelings.
Ugh, was that seriously the way he was going to respond to Sousuke’s attempt at caring? The shinki’s ears flattened and he glared at the grass and sakura beside him rather than try to lift up and shoot the look at Rin. ‘Baka, don’t keep doing it then!’ He appreciated Rin’s efforts getting them back here, shut his mouth when he wanted to protest it. But now wasn’t the time to go shooting himself in the foot for their sake. They both had to make it through this next part if they were going to keep going together, right? Sousuke wasn’t the only one injured, tired, and suffering from blood loss and frustration.
With a quiet huff, Sousuke finally lifted his head and rolled a little, trying to get his forelegs beneath him. He could at least stand up and try to hold his broken leg off the ground. Hobbling along was going to hurt like hell, but he wasn’t going to—Oh. He heard Rin stumbling over to him before he realized the other boy was leaning over him with those concerned eyes amid a pain-streaked face. ‘Oy. Stop it.’ Hands were nudging at him and it only took a second for Sousuke to realize what Rin was trying to do.
‘Rin—I said—!’ And tensed up as his body moved and his leg barely nudged the ground. The shinki slammed his mouth shut, almost biting his tongue in the rush to keep that high-pitched yelp inside. ‘OW! Okay stop it! Baka, don’t move me!’ Snarling at him wasn’t nice, but they weren’t in the best of moods now anyways. ‘Go… go find water and cloth or something to make a split. I’ll limp to the pool afterwards.’
Or begrudgingly allow himself to be carried… but not with his leg left to flop around freely like this.
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He was glad to be alive. For all the pain and frustration, the failure of sorts over their heads, the future, they were alive. They’d triumphed over something together, learned a little more about themselves, and ultimately made it out with their lives from a place that probably would’ve taken them. The promises and ideas during the trip could come later or not at all. At least Rin was still here with him… and strange as it was, Sousuke was relieved. Because it went beyond simple humanity and Rin-was-his-god feelings.
Ugh, was that seriously the way he was going to respond to Sousuke’s attempt at caring? The shinki’s ears flattened and he glared at the grass and sakura beside him rather than try to lift up and shoot the look at Rin. ‘Baka, don’t keep doing it then!’ He appreciated Rin’s efforts getting them back here, shut his mouth when he wanted to protest it. But now wasn’t the time to go shooting himself in the foot for their sake. They both had to make it through this next part if they were going to keep going together, right? Sousuke wasn’t the only one injured, tired, and suffering from blood loss and frustration.
With a quiet huff, Sousuke finally lifted his head and rolled a little, trying to get his forelegs beneath him. He could at least stand up and try to hold his broken leg off the ground. Hobbling along was going to hurt like hell, but he wasn’t going to—Oh. He heard Rin stumbling over to him before he realized the other boy was leaning over him with those concerned eyes amid a pain-streaked face. ‘Oy. Stop it.’ Hands were nudging at him and it only took a second for Sousuke to realize what Rin was trying to do.
‘Rin—I said—!’ And tensed up as his body moved and his leg barely nudged the ground. The shinki slammed his mouth shut, almost biting his tongue in the rush to keep that high-pitched yelp inside. ‘OW! Okay stop it! Baka, don’t move me!’ Snarling at him wasn’t nice, but they weren’t in the best of moods now anyways. ‘Go… go find water and cloth or something to make a split. I’ll limp to the pool afterwards.’
Or begrudgingly allow himself to be carried… but not with his leg left to flop around freely like this.