@lreful
𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙇. Don't say anything, don't touch him, just keep your eyes front and pretend like the marks aren't there-- but they are alone. And Vic doesn't want to pretend he didn't see him hurting anymore. It should be okay just this one time, Right? His eyes are soft and his fingers are feather-light as they ghost along the ugly bruise on Henry's jaw, not touching but just barely. Now that he's close he notices the others- the bust in his lip, the cut in his eyebrow. And his heart hurts with every new mark he discovers. " ... you're the strongest guy I know, y'know that Hank? " It's the only thing he can think to say as he fights the urge to cry for him. To grit his teeth and curse whatever fucked up god there was to let a father do this to a son. " I mean it. Stronger than Moose or Belch. You've got brawn and brains- mental strength, y'know? "