@suplexqueen
The comic paused in the midst of his breakfast making, hearing the familiar steps coming down the stairs and ultimately into the kitchen, steeling himself to turn and return his mate’s sleepy greeting, knowing it was inevitable from the moment he’d woken and gotten up before her.
Though he did have a wriggly baby strapped to his chest, she of course, wasn’t the addition of his person that he was remiss to show, rather the shadowed bruise that circled his aperture.
Because of course, this had been the accidental injury to bruise..
He thought somewhat bitterly to himself as he met her eyes, seeing the shock, horror, and then guilt that passed through them, the seething anger at herself making a reappearance to zing across their bond.
Though he supposed he should be thankful in some respect.. if it had been a longer-lasting consequence, like a slow-healing crack.. she would probably never truly forgive herself..
When she sat down heavily at the table and dropped her head into her hands, he flipped off the burner to keep their eggs and bacon from burning, before shuffling over to her, Calluna gurgling a greeting before trying to reach out for a fistful of her mom’s shiny damp hair.
‘angelfish.. don’t look so haunted.. this is no different from yesterday. it’s just.. an ugly metamorphosis of the same accident.. it’s just healin’.. that’s all.’
He moved closer to press a reassuring kiss over the top of her lowered head, sighing and leaning his skull against hers, trying to grin reassuringly despite the obvious feelings of worry that passed through the bond, his hand gently rubbing her back.
‘i’m with ya on that reaction though.. purple’s never been my color. kinda wish it was more red.. then it could maybe pass for a clown nose. heh.. that’d be suiting on me at least.’
