“ I’M FINE, ALRIGHT. ” gruff tone bites the same way a small dog yips at something 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳; vaguely threatened & COMPENSATING. the hand that’d been cradling his bicep ( the one conspicuously lacking a forearm ) falls back at his side, abruptly aware & AVERSE to the attention he’s inadvertently drawn. “ s’just the cold fuckin’ with my arm or whatever. ” isn’t a foreign concept. nero’s heard plenty of geezers gripe about joints aching or arthritis flaring when the temperature drops. never imagined he’d experience it first - hand though. “ nothing to fuss over. ”
@spvrklefists ♡’d
