She didn’t contradict him, didn’t try to argue. She had fucked up royally, and nothing she could do or say was going to change that. And while there were more pressing matters at hand, like her bleeding nose, she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to tell him all that came to mind. That she still cared about him. That she didn’t know what that meant. That she wanted to be friends. More than friends, even. But that was all impossible now, wasn’t it?
His hands on her face were warm and gentle, and she relaxed into his grip without thinking, inherently trusting him to know what to do and how to do it. As for taking it well… well, she deserved this, didn’t she? ”It’s no more than I deserve,” she muttered, so quietly that she wasn’t sure he’d hear. Besides, this was nothing in comparison to the trauma of her attack. At least this had been a training accident. She’s know what she was getting herself into in training, that there was a potential for injury. Sure, it hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that she could handle.
Unlike the hurt that came from Koa’s absence from her life. That hurt was much harder to bear. I still care for him, she realized belatedly, silver eyes searching copper as he tended to her wounds. Shit.
”Wh-what happened with Sabastien?” she asked, wincing at the pressure of Koa’s fingers on her nose. Maybe if she could distract herself for now, she could think about Koa and her feelings later, in private. Where they couldn’t hurt anyone but her.
His hands on her face were warm and gentle, and she relaxed into his grip without thinking, inherently trusting him to know what to do and how to do it. As for taking it well… well, she deserved this, didn’t she? ”It’s no more than I deserve,” she muttered, so quietly that she wasn’t sure he’d hear. Besides, this was nothing in comparison to the trauma of her attack. At least this had been a training accident. She’s know what she was getting herself into in training, that there was a potential for injury. Sure, it hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that she could handle.
Unlike the hurt that came from Koa’s absence from her life. That hurt was much harder to bear. I still care for him, she realized belatedly, silver eyes searching copper as he tended to her wounds. Shit.
”Wh-what happened with Sabastien?” she asked, wincing at the pressure of Koa’s fingers on her nose. Maybe if she could distract herself for now, she could think about Koa and her feelings later, in private. Where they couldn’t hurt anyone but her.
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