[ 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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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. ]