“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
( @ktyoon )
“it’s nothing.” he wasn’t good at dealing with blood, contrary to the image he had—- contrary to the initial image actually. so he says it to convince himself otherwise. it’s late, it’s so late that no one could see past the shadow cast by the buildings, no one can see under the shitty street lighting and quite frankly no one would be able to tell who he was to care if it was blood or not. so why lie?Â
“i’m fine.” he doesn’t snap it back at her because she starts with hesitance and he knows he should finish with reassurance. never make someone else cry on your behalf, never make them worry, and never be a burden. he’s worked himself up, running on the lessons of his father and the warmth of his mother so he shouldn’t be cold, he can’t be in fact. “no really it’s nothing!” it comes out brighter this time and it could rival even the light now though it’s probably similar. dimming, struggling.
it dims and it closes when his sleeve wipes a few more drops from his lips and he leans his head back. a sigh accompanies the movement and the wind blows back with no mercy. it’s a good chill, a warm chill. it’s welcome because he’s got blood everywhere inside him, building in his legs, his hands, his head, and well for it to come out his nose he’s actually a little disappointed. she’s going to ask again and he’s not really good at the lying thing, especially when he’s got no real reason to.
“I uh—– spent a shit ton of time in the studio so I gave myself a nosebleed, I actually came out for some fresh air and……took a detour.” if he’s going to do it at least have a reason. his reason is he’s a bit closed off, he’s always warm and open but he’s got sections closed off. she’s no stranger she’s not exactly a  close friend and it wouldn’t really matter. “I ended up here?”
