[As if the hiss of pain even lightly shifting elicits doesn't speak to that on its own. But he doesn't want to elaborate; he might fall apart if he does. He notes the red in her eyes, a thing he's never seen in action, and a point he'll ask about later. All he does note on that front is a soft:]
Don't do this to yourself on my account. [His gaze shifts to the floor, but his heart is already found a new home in his stomach, there's no fear to really be added to keep the words at bay.] I've been-- I've done this before, plenty of people here haven't.
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[As if the hiss of pain even lightly shifting elicits doesn't speak to that on its own. But he doesn't want to elaborate; he might fall apart if he does. He notes the red in her eyes, a thing he's never seen in action, and a point he'll ask about later. All he does note on that front is a soft:]
Don't do this to yourself on my account. [His gaze shifts to the floor, but his heart is already found a new home in his stomach, there's no fear to really be added to keep the words at bay.] I've been-- I've done this before, plenty of people here haven't.