[Ugh. Gods. He pulls an arm out from beneath the surface of the water and rubs at his face, unmindful of the way it drips and leaves his skin wet. Below it, down on his bare chest, the fist-shaped bruise left over from Gideon's punch is already blossoming into a vibrant hue of purple-black.]
I don't enjoy seeing you miserable. Or when you hold yourself at arm's length. Of course it's your prerogative but —
[He sighs, folding his arms on the lip of the pool and leaning on top of them.]
no subject
[Ugh. Gods. He pulls an arm out from beneath the surface of the water and rubs at his face, unmindful of the way it drips and leaves his skin wet. Below it, down on his bare chest, the fist-shaped bruise left over from Gideon's punch is already blossoming into a vibrant hue of purple-black.]
I don't enjoy seeing you miserable. Or when you hold yourself at arm's length. Of course it's your prerogative but —
[He sighs, folding his arms on the lip of the pool and leaning on top of them.]
I would help, if I could. If you'd allow it.