@eigenaces :|| Cont.
His touch was feather light, he’d barely realized that he’d reached out to run his fingers over the scar. The feeling within of sorrow.. he still hated that he.. did this.. to him. Keith did not deserve this. Sorrow filled him as he heard the smaller man's words. "It may not hurt... but it's..." Not okay was the first thing to come to mind.
The prosthetic hand twitched at his side, always so hesitant to touch Keith, always so carefully used.. Of course he could remember the fight.. in bits. He couldn’t.. really bring himself to try to work through it.
It wasn’t me.. it couldn’t have been me.. How often words seemed to fail him.. Especially when he looked at him like this.. Sometimes he forgot.. how much smaller Keith’s hands were than his own.. The prosthetic finally moved, lightly settling on Keith’s shoulder. “I’m..” He knows you’re upset.. He took a deep breath to steady himself, head lowering some. “Yeah.. S’okay.”
















