"SOrr--No, not sorry. I mean not for saying it. Or meaning it. Just... for running off." He said, taking in a breath and holding a cloth over his face, the eyes he gave Trauma were pathetic, pleading for him to not be upset at him for this.
He sighed again, leaning over the sink and rubbing the cloth over his face. Taking off a mess a he cleaned up. And yeah, there was a bit of a bruise.
"Panicked. I don't know. I'm stupid. I don't know why you let me hang around." He admitted, wringing out the cloth and... peeking at him in the mirror. He'd found it a lot harder NOT to stare at the other while he was simply... being. The beating of his heart, the lightness of his head. He'd found it all harder to deal with at times, especially lately.
"Sorry for running off." He said at last, in what he had meant. For running off, not for saying yet. "And yeah... I'll be fine." The last part was mumbled. He deserved the hit anyhow.
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Date: 2014-09-13 07:00 am (UTC)He sighed again, leaning over the sink and rubbing the cloth over his face. Taking off a mess a he cleaned up. And yeah, there was a bit of a bruise.
"Panicked. I don't know. I'm stupid. I don't know why you let me hang around." He admitted, wringing out the cloth and... peeking at him in the mirror. He'd found it a lot harder NOT to stare at the other while he was simply... being. The beating of his heart, the lightness of his head. He'd found it all harder to deal with at times, especially lately.
"Sorry for running off." He said at last, in what he had meant. For running off, not for saying yet. "And yeah... I'll be fine." The last part was mumbled. He deserved the hit anyhow.