Blinking at him, before looking down at the keys she held in her hand. Looking back at him. Shifting her gaze to the side for a moment. ❛ You’re in trouble ? Does dad know about this ? ❜ Shaking her head some, before unlocking the door and allowing him access into the small townhouse after her. Closing the door after they both entered. ❛ Uh…what happened ? ❜
his body is here but his mind is teetering some place else. vision flickers and its edges burnt, making him feel like he’s peering past the borders of an old photograph. his hand has been clutched at his side ‘til she sees him. now, any remnant / indication of his pain looks subdued, smothered and forced out. “no——“he doesn’t need to know. and when he steps in he’s already sifting through the kitchen, cupboards. a bloodstained hand making some smudges on the furniture. “bandages. where is it ?“ he doesn’t answer, yet. so far they haven’t followed him. as far as he knows.
