Oct 28, 2017
open to; f/m/nb.
“i’m fine,” he insisted before wincing lightly as the other prodded at the scrape on his cheek. he wasn’t used to someone caring for him in this type of sense and in a way it confused him. he had gotten into his share of fights and gotten his share of beatings but never once had anyone used such gentle hands to patch him up. “it’s just a small scratch. . .nothing compared to what i did to him.”