“i’m sorry,” he says again, voice softer. “i… i don’t have the power to heal or make you feel better or… anything like that.” sighing, the grip he has on daniel tightens just slightly. “i’m sure my good looks should make up for that,” this time it’s his turn to mask himself with bad humour as he pulls his eyes away.
he frowns at the pain in his hand, but as daniel always does, quickly bounces back, smile returning to his face within moments. it only grows the longer seongwoo’s worry lingers, like he’s trying to offset it and bring balance, as always. (he still feels bad, though. guilt lingers for him too. he’s reminded now, of that first day he met seongwoo, and his emotion, and all the people that swore cards couldn’t feel any of it. he still doesn’t know if seongwoo is just special or those people were wrong, but he suspects it’s a bit of both.)
seongwoo doesn’t actually have to try to help him up. daniel could do it himself, after a little bit more time to rest and collect himself, surely, but he’s thankful for the assistance anyway. “no, really,” he reiterates. “i’m fine, just--” daniel grabs onto seongwoo’s hand with his hand that isn’t apparently injured. “pull really hard on my arm.” he uses seongwoo as leverage to heave himself up, and then he’s on his feet, grinning again in no time. see? i’m fine! no big deal.
he scowls exaggeratedly though, in response to seongwoo’s claim, but his expression softens before long. “i can be nice to you. that’s kind of what i do, seongwoo,” he says, all gentle insistence. “besides, you’re nice to me. if you can be nice to me i can definitely be nice to you. you’re really not so different from everybody else. i want you to experience life as much like everyone else as you can, too. but yes, you make a convincing point, next time i’ll just call you. lesson learned.” theoretically. in practice daniel learns the hard way, after making the same idiot mistake multiple times, but he’ll try to do better this time, really, if only so seongwoo doesn’t look at him like that anymore.
“that’s totally not true! did you even see the second captain america movie? you did! i made you watch that; i remember,” daniel argues. “captain america looked way worse than this in that movie. when he’s on the-- the thing with the memory chips, after bucky punches his face in, and he’s all, ‘i’m with you ‘til the end of the line,’ and then he falls into the water and bucky, his supposed worst enemy, has to pull his incompetent superhero ass out of the water so he doesn’t drown.” he smiles again, admittedly proud of himself for coming up with such a solid defense under pressure. admittedly, there’s something a little familiar about the comparison, too.
bandages though, daniel can agree with. he nods, and stretches until his back cracks. “yeah, yeah, there’s a pharmacy near here that has a lot of that stuff. i could use new bandaids anyway, probably.”
he feels a little lighter now, if only because seongwoo laughed, but the mood shifts to something more somber, and daniel’s eyebrows furrow. he doesn’t protest seongwoo’s grip around his waist, and he ends up laughing lightly anyway, because seongwoo is always funny, even when daniel can tell he’s still upset (and he knows him well enough to tell almost all the time.) “you don’t have to apologize to me. it’s not your fault,” daniel replies, voice equally soft, but stance on this firm. his good hand moves to pat seongwoo’s back reassuringly. “besides, you make me feel plenty better just by being you. there’s nobody else i’d rather see right now.” and he really means it, sincerity evident in the way his eyes disappear when he beams at him.
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