Aric eyed him for a minute or two, expression tense. Finally, he dropped his hand from Haruka's arm, only to grip his chin between his fingers and turn his face this way and that to check the damage. "Whoever hit you got'cha pretty good." He would be sure to remember this for later, "C'mon, let's go get some ice or somethin'."
He winced as Aric gripped his jaw, hands reaching up to hold onto his wrists gently in warning.
❝Ah...❞ A slight sound of pain left him just as he sighed, looking up at Aric when he began to move away. His chest felt odd; it was tense and light at the same time, and he was unsure what to make of it. He’d taken care of himself for a few years now, he didn’t need anyone to fret over him or his wounds.
..It felt nice, however.
❝Alright... Thank you.❞
