@skiachtro | — LUKE. ( CONTINUED FROM X )
HE WAS CONCERNED, NOT just because he was weary in his own right ( his bones were sore, there were bruises along his spine, around his face, neck, --- cuts in places that he didn’t want to explain ), but because luke was --- lost. he could see it in the other’s eyes, the disappearance that occurred after they’d made it into his tent. the woman had stitched him up again, had made him PROMISE to not get into any more trouble... but luke still looked sad. the hand on his cheek doesn’t falter, instead he brushes his thumb along his cheekbone and allows his brows to FURROW in concentration.
matthew starts to grab a towel, a small one that was damp already from the earlier rain. he wipes the other’s brow, presses a kiss to his forehead. ❝ shirt off. ❞ tone is gentle even though luke cannot hear him, and he helps peel the white mess off and onto the floor. he’ll worry about it later, for now he’s FOCUSED. he wipes the rest of the blood off of the other’s form, then tugs him to bed.
❝ you... came after me. silent, signed, because speaking those words out loud --- even in a whisper, was a lot to commit to. ❝ you didn’t have to, but you did. a long pause, and he nuzzles into the other’s neck. lays down next to him and studies his expression. he speaks the next words, gaze caught. ❝ thank you. ❞
