KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Muscles worked in his jaws, silence swallowing the apology and made Chulane's words flop dead and dull to the floor. Not unheard, but...
Korbin met his gaze for only a brief instant before turning away. There was a world of pain in those blue eyes, and no amount of alcohol or shock could drown it out. It was only Chulane's immediate need that kept his hands moving, and the work absorbed all of Korbin's focus.
With clean(er) hands he found washcloth and bowl, and removed the blood soaked cloth from the cut. His hands were strangely gentle compared to the harsh words, and he rinsed off the wound and the scalp methodically, patient enough to do it thoroughly.
"Me too," he mumbled, after a good while. Brushing Chulane's hair aside, he finally was able to get a look at the wound. It was smaller than expected. Bleeding like a curse, but not deep, and not so wide that it needed sewing. Korbin reached for a compress and a roll of bandage.
"You'll be fine. It's not deep... won't even scar." Whether that was good or bad he left for Chulane to decide.
Korbin met his gaze for only a brief instant before turning away. There was a world of pain in those blue eyes, and no amount of alcohol or shock could drown it out. It was only Chulane's immediate need that kept his hands moving, and the work absorbed all of Korbin's focus.
With clean(er) hands he found washcloth and bowl, and removed the blood soaked cloth from the cut. His hands were strangely gentle compared to the harsh words, and he rinsed off the wound and the scalp methodically, patient enough to do it thoroughly.
"Me too," he mumbled, after a good while. Brushing Chulane's hair aside, he finally was able to get a look at the wound. It was smaller than expected. Bleeding like a curse, but not deep, and not so wide that it needed sewing. Korbin reached for a compress and a roll of bandage.
"You'll be fine. It's not deep... won't even scar." Whether that was good or bad he left for Chulane to decide.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
