HOW MANY TIMES HAVE WE BEEN HERE BEFORE? wary hands tending to the night's injuries. so many residual scars & still - healing wounds. she can't help but wonder when he might give himself a break. β this looks bad, andrew. β stating the obvious, π πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ when faced with the gore of it?
β i don't even really know how it happened. β - @BLOODSET from (...)
she believes him actually, bore witness herself to the way he wasn't always fully there. ππΎπΌπ΄ππ·πΈπ½πΆ ππ·π΄ ππΎπΎ πΈπ πΆππΈπ»ππ πΎπ΅. their ability to drift. despite her wanting to know, she lets it go. for now. β you should take it easy for the next few days, at least. β even saying it, she's doubtful he'll concede. these restless hands of his. she feels the need to relay the message anyway. maybe just this once he'll see things her way. that or the pleading of her eyes might instill enough guilt to get him to lay off a day or two. LET HIMSELF STITCH BACK TOGETHER. maybe he'll begin to understand how it feels to wipe blood from his split skin. how often she'd swear he doesn't feel it. not even a little.
