Senritsu gave Leorio a mild smile as she pulled her seleeve back down carefully: “It looks a lot worse than it is.” @HUNTING-SONGS
wounded starters // accepting // @hunting-songs
A dozen questions lodge in his throat, ranging from professional curiosity to genuine concern. He swallows them. It’s in her eyes, that gentle insistence, telling him to abstain. But he can’t quite ignore his instincts, not fully.
“I won’t pry,” he says. “I know we’ve all got history. But if it hurts, if there’s anything I can do to help, if there’s some way I can get you what you need to make it better -- let me know.”
There’s a story here, one he’s barely skimmed, so he recognizes his limitations. He only hopes that she senses his sincerity, his willingness to provide aid and comfort, that extends well beyond his studies. Because she’s a friend, a good one, and Leorio isn’t sure how to express that any better than this.
