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His touch is gentle as he takes hold of her arm, leaning down to better examine the contusion. It doesn’t hurt, so she sees no point in pulling away, instead settling to stand still and allow him this moment to linger in his concern. Likely, he would have made sure to examine the mark sooner or later, and putting up a struggle would lead to more issues than she wanted. If given the chance, she would rather NOT worry the male.

“Well, it isn’t like I have the best view of the spot, Link. I had to turn in the mirror and use my reflection just to see what it was you were looking at,” she pointed out, her gaze occasionally shifting to the male in an attempt to read his expression.

     Having a large market like this was actually pretty convenient wasn’t it? Fruits at one stand, flowers at the next - you could get practically anything here. It would be nice if Termina got something like this. In the Domain you could only really buy fish food wise, and a trip to Clock Town didn’t have a lot of things. Your best bet was to travel to all the areas to find what you were looking for. ‘Castle Town.’ Other than the excess of people who could possibly recognize him (though he was wearing sun glasses), this was nice.

     He might not mind getting noticed, just a little. 

     Vigil yawned and reached over, grabbing the nearest person or thing to cuddle. That just so happened to be Link. One too many brownies tended to do this to him. The other had walked in, most likely unaware of his state, merely prompted by a text requesting ‘alppe π.’ When he didn’t immediately move to look over to Link’s arrival, the other came over and sat next to him on the couch, asking if he was awake. That’s when Vigil sat up and slung his arms over Link’s shoulders, his face pressed against it.

     He was used to the death and destruction that always lingered about him. He was used to being the cause. But last night.. It had been brutal. He didn’t recognize himself. Blood had been everywhere and he’d been so angry and the next morning news reported that in the wake of dead bodies one’s head appeared to have been ripped off. It wasn’t that Vigil regretted the killing (well, there was always a certain level of guilt and regret that he’d just grown used to - did it really even exist anymore?) But he had been so-

     Vigil’s entire body convulsed and he whirled around, pushing back the thing that was constricting him. His hand started to go to his pocket where there was usually a small knife, but then he let it drop wordlessly to his side.

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“Huh? Bruise?” 

     Vigil jerked backwards, face scarlet and words not quite coming. He never quite knew how to act in these situations; he had no experience. That was how nearly all of his interactions with Link went the few times anything romantic came up. He’d just quietly ignore it until it went away. That wasn’t fair at all he knew but it was easy, and it seemed he was more selfish than he wished sometimes.

     It also kept him from slipping back into what sometimes felt like his default emotion: anger. It wasn’t that he was angry, but that was the easiest emotion to curl back into. It was a thick, defensive barrier. Times like this were when he was happy he had his hood up. There was comfort in knowing no one could see the emotions on your face. If someone looked too closely at the anger he already kept hidden, they’d find bitterness and sorrow that was even uglier.

     “I-I don’t have time for this!” He couldn’t quite look Link in the eye. “The police are the least of my problems.” Evading them was the easiest, if anything were to go awry tonight it would end with him dead. Only if he there was some miracle would it be by police hands.