[ there is no follow up for an explanation. artemy moves quietly and goes to sit beside them, meeting their eye a moment and then letting his eyes trail back towards the clean cut. there's maybe something that looks like a tired ache in his expression. his brow pinches only slightly, not in disappointment, or disgust, or shame, but in concern. he hesitates, but then holds out his own hand, hovering it just beneath theirs.
they hurt similarly, but seeing this cut now, hearing the shift in breath, feeling it deep inside himself after what they've both had to see of each other. ]
Just going to take a better look, alright?
[ he's slow, steady hand taking siffrin's if permitted, cupping it from beneath at the knuckles and drawing it with just a little closer. his own hands are steady, rough to the touch, but warm. his eyes train on the small wound a moment, but flick slightly to look at them.
his free hand reaches a bit, touches their arm ever so lightly. ]
I'll clean this up, then bandage it... [ if agreeable. then, softer: ] Did you go somewhere else... in your sleep?
[ There's no answering verbal reply, their hand shifting with small curls of their fingers before it relaxes again and they finally nod once more. Permission given. Allowing that hand to cup beneath, keeping their gaze focused somewhere else. Not at him, too ashamed for that. Not at their own hand, guilt swimming. Their arms feeling almost itchy when they do.
The touch to their arm does make them jump a little. Some tension. But it loosens just a little, only once they're sure he's not going to be searching their arm. Find out for himself just how broken they are.
There's another silent nod. Clean up and bandage is fine. Their gaze staring off, until slowly looking back up to meet that gaze. ]
..I did. Back to the.. loops.
[ Felt like he was back.. stuck again. His voice is so, so quiet. Almost a whisper. It may as well be, not wanting anyone else in their team to know they're awake. ]
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they hurt similarly, but seeing this cut now, hearing the shift in breath, feeling it deep inside himself after what they've both had to see of each other. ]
Just going to take a better look, alright?
[ he's slow, steady hand taking siffrin's if permitted, cupping it from beneath at the knuckles and drawing it with just a little closer. his own hands are steady, rough to the touch, but warm. his eyes train on the small wound a moment, but flick slightly to look at them.
his free hand reaches a bit, touches their arm ever so lightly. ]
I'll clean this up, then bandage it... [ if agreeable. then, softer: ] Did you go somewhere else... in your sleep?
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The touch to their arm does make them jump a little. Some tension. But it loosens just a little, only once they're sure he's not going to be searching their arm. Find out for himself just how broken they are.
There's another silent nod. Clean up and bandage is fine. Their gaze staring off, until slowly looking back up to meet that gaze. ]
..I did. Back to the.. loops.
[ Felt like he was back.. stuck again. His voice is so, so quiet. Almost a whisper. It may as well be, not wanting anyone else in their team to know they're awake. ]