[The red is eye-catching, a splash of bright crimson seeping through the torn skin of her hands. He—knew what sorts of wounds those were, having seen them perhaps a dozen times or more with Akira and all of his fighting in Bl@ster matches. With that and the way that she had walked... a fight? Something twists in his chest, a lump forming in his throat. He's already falling into habits that would continue to frustrate her, thinking that he had just given her more trouble when she was already hurt. Angry at himself for doing just that...
The strength of her grip wanes until she releases him, though he doesn't move to get away so soon. It's scary to see all of the fight go out of her all of a sudden, even if all of that fury had frightened him to start.
He can't... leave her like this, even if the whole situation made him a little nervous.
He's silent a moment, knowing she was lying just as well as if he'd answered it was "nothing" himself. It wasn't. It never was.]
Dal Dal... [He lifts his hand, a momentary beat of hesitation there, before lightly placing it on her arm, lightly tracing up to her shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture (a bit unused to being comforting since Akira didn't really need it... but he remembered a bit from when he'd been dating his ex).] I'm sorry, I... a - are you okay? You're bleeding...
[His hand's still on her shoulder, warm and surprisingly light and gentle.]
wow
The strength of her grip wanes until she releases him, though he doesn't move to get away so soon. It's scary to see all of the fight go out of her all of a sudden, even if all of that fury had frightened him to start.
He can't... leave her like this, even if the whole situation made him a little nervous.
He's silent a moment, knowing she was lying just as well as if he'd answered it was "nothing" himself. It wasn't. It never was.]
Dal Dal... [He lifts his hand, a momentary beat of hesitation there, before lightly placing it on her arm, lightly tracing up to her shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture (a bit unused to being comforting since Akira didn't really need it... but he remembered a bit from when he'd been dating his ex).] I'm sorry, I... a - are you okay? You're bleeding...
[His hand's still on her shoulder, warm and surprisingly light and gentle.]