[It is probably more telling than he would ever admit but he flinches at the sound of footsteps approaching him. He turns sharply, too sharply when he's twisted his ankle as he has but he clenches his jaw against the pain and keeps his feet. But he also withdraws into himself as much as he can, cradling his bloody, scraped up arm giving the other man a look. Something caught between disgust and the kind of bone deep fear that speaks of far too long being afraid to know how to be anything else.
Violet eyes glossy, though he will never admit it, he shakes his head, voice strained.]
Stay away from me.
[And he's going to simply try to walk away again.]
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Violet eyes glossy, though he will never admit it, he shakes his head, voice strained.]
Stay away from me.
[And he's going to simply try to walk away again.]