darkness.

≻ ⭑*。 WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE ALMOST HUMAN?

“um.”

        i’m glad you’re okay.      there isn’t much more to say beyond that,  but he doesn’t mind.   the notebook gives him permission to be short;  if it has no other benefits,  that’s enough.   grey elects to ignore the other’s flushed cheeks,  only nodding to the offer to enter.   the mess doesn’t bother him  ------  that is,  it doesn’t turn him away from the room.   he’s inside the room and moving things a moment later,  neatening up the bed.   it’s probably more habit than actual desire to see things neat,  but he doesn’t mind helping.   the bottom edge of the sheets are folded into tight hospital corners,  creating the beginning of a military-style covering.

        he came because he can’t stay away;  he’s here because there’s nowhere he’d rather be.   all things he can’t quite say.      you called me and didn’t say anything.   i was worried.    i guess it was a butt-dial.      grey offers the ghost of a smile to accompany his written words, notebook turning towards the other.

thx to @trageidies i took the time to find a vine that describes grey and here it is

        he  could  say  no  ,  do  it  himself  later  ------  but  she  knows  pain  and  is  probably  aware  of  how  tight  a  bandage  can  go.  no  matter  how  careful  he  is  ,  he  always  manages  to  give  himself  bruises  around  all  his  injuries  from  wrapping  it  too  tightly.  after  a  moment  of  thought  he  gives  a  nod  ,  extending  his  injured  arm  to  her.  bullets  never  bothered  him  much  ,  but  he  understands  that  it  looks  bad.

        he  glances  to  the  wound  and  then  back  to  her  ,  shaking  his  head  as  a  hand  moves  to  write  in  his  notebook.      it  doesn’t  hurt.  i  don’t  feel  pain.      there’s  a  pause  as  he  thinks  over  what  to  write  next  ,  brows  slightly  furrowed  in  contemplation  ,  before  he  adds  one  sentence  more.      thank  you  ,  though.