Settling at the edge of Tony’s bed, despite having the momentary thought to stop in the bathroom to clean herself up, seemed like Sadie’s logical response. It was autopilot, mostly. She said she couldn’t go to sleep, but it wasn’t because she wanted to sleep that she went there. It was familiar to her, comforting somehow in this moment when she felt so unlike herself, so worn down. She was wordless still as she took the glass of water from him, blinking slowly as she stared straight ahead but did take a small drink. As Tony squatted down in front of her, Sadie was confronted with the task of meeting his eyes for a few seconds -something she hadn’t done much of thus far, she realized. “Pierson always kept me up..” She whispered, the reply being an easy response but it still felt somehow heavy rolling off her tongue. That admission that this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, her being in this state, her needing someone to take care of her. For a moment, she thought she might vomit on principle of the circumstances, but the gentle nudge of the water in her hand had her lifting it to her mouth once again. The water helped a little bit, but just that. What typically might have been the beginnings to common banter between them merely earned a lazy blink of Sadie’s eyes, a gentle ‘hm’ leaving the girl in simple acknowledgment. If there weren’t enough already to indicate that she wasn’t doing alright, that certainly would have given her away. A stuttered intake of breath passed the girl’s lips at the barely there brush of his thumb near her damaged skin. Sadie was painfully aware of the fact that the gentle touch had somehow been enough to bring moisture to her eyes. “I think so.” Her voice wavered, whatever minimal resolve brought on by lingering adrenaline dwindling fast, but she nodded her head all the same. “I need to– I should change, too.” She nodded again, rolling her lips together -resisting the urge to wince at the pinch it made to the split in her lower lip. A vaguely hysterical sound escaped her abruptly a moment later, something a cross between a sarcastic laugh and the beginnings of a sob. She wiped roughly under her eyes as the sound evidently meant a couple tears had to fall from her eyes, too. “I fucking hate this stupid dress. I hate all of this..”
it wasn’t until her dark hues met tony’s that he realized it was the first time he was getting a proper look at the girl, further unsettling him. he’d seen her exhausted, from work or from his own doing, irritated or upset from this that or the other thing, but this ... it was different. much of what made tony such a good King was his perceptiveness, his ability to read people and situations, so he was slowly starting to the turn the pages with sadie, but it was going to be a far more complicated tale. he knew that the second she walked in the door, but the look in her eyes said it all. “rookie,” tony couldn’t help himself from commenting, a low chuckle accompanying, but his expression fell back into that of a somber nature. it was an admittance that she had been in this position before, had usually gone to pierson, but this time came to him. he was going to take that sort of responsibility she was bestowing upon him seriously; he’d come back to the fury that raged inside him knowing that she’d been hurt like this before, and by the sounds of it, more than just once before. unsure of what further to say, he was at least glad to see her taking another few sips of water, especially considering her other alt behaviors were concerning enough. “that’s easy enough ...” he trailed, nodding a few times as his fingers dragged down past her jaw and fell against his own knee. he was just about to stand up when that sort of hysterical sound pushed past the girl’s slip lip, and his attention was immediately returned to sadie. the crease in his brow spoke volumes, but so did the way he immediately reached out for her: one hand extending to reach at her hip, the other carefully bringing her hands down from wiping roughly at her face. “calma, carina,” he soothed, best he could, brushing a tear that’d settle at the edge of her cheek away with a knuckle. “fuck the stupid dress - we can burn it for all i care, least of our worries - alright?” he asked, tilting his head as he asked for her attention with raised brows, but he wasn’t truly looking for an answer, “si, bueno, ven aca.” he took her hands in his, taking a beat to run his thumbs over the backs of them as he shared with her a reassuring nod, a subtle empathetic grin lingering on his lips. standing, he pulled her up with him and off the bed, and perhaps it was uncharacteristic, but he leaned down enough to press a light kiss to the top of her head, avoiding whatever cuts or bruises were on her face. “i got you,” he mumbled into her hair before tugging on her hands just a bit, bringing her into the bathroom just next door and already going to grab the rubbing alcohol.
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