Feb 11, 2016
Si doesn’t even realize he’s rushed out of the house barefoot until his feet touch the rough gravel of the driveway. He hisses in pain instinctively, pulls his foot back in pain but he just moves faster, wading awkwardly through the gravel until he ends up at the Brit’s driver’s seat door, yanks it open immediately.
For a full second he doesn’t even know what to say, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of Brit’s admittedly minor injuries.
He swallows hard, moves forward to help her out, arm wrapping around her torso as he mutter. “Why are you like this. C’mere.”