@gohtics whispered... “ who did this to you ? ”
eyes avoiding contact, he felt like a pouting child. he was, in fact, pouting as he sat on the curb outside the bar. cloth that was given by the tender held to his lip, and the last person he wanted to see now standing above him. "don't worry about it." harrys gaze fell to his shoes, embarrassment still flowing through him. he didn't want to admit he started the fight and lost. "just..." breath slips out, and he looks to the sky with only his eyes. "sit with me, okay? i don't wanna talk about it."
