‘ at least bandage it. ’
* hurt prompts
still accepting / @stolengrim
frustration flowed over him like an old friend , something oddly comforting in the way his muscles tightened and readied for whatever outrage he wanted to have next. eyes quickly darted away from contact with hers in the mirror, already embarrassed that she had to see him like this: sweat covered and shameful. it wouldn’t be wise to tell her to get out because that’s hardly what he wanted. but was he what she wanted anymore ? the thought dug at the back of his head everyday. no matter how much muscle or power he possessed, robin would always be W E A K. and that is something no one could fix. “ i can’t reach it delphi... “ hands white knuckled and gripped the counter . head hanging in resignation of his pride. “ you shouldn’t have had to see that... usually he minds his manners with guests but i guess he couldn’t resist. --- let me at least drive you home. “