[ and it's the truth. she was the only one that would be considered as 'doing something' and even then that something would be falling and looking like a complete idiot. no, she'll just be stubborn because it's easier. if isaac wants to question her about it, he can, but she'll just keep telling him the same thing. but then she hears that sarcasm and she just kind of looks at him, stares right into his eyes for a moment or two, before shaking her head. ]
Seriously it's not that bad. Don't get Scott- I just needed help cleaning this off.
[ and maybe she starts rubbing at her arm a little harder, despite the pain and the fact it's just making her skin red. she doesn't need scott. she doesn't need anyone because it's not that bad, and if she can just get some of this dried blood off she can go and wash it in the sink and wrap it up herself. but it does hurt, and she does wince, and then isaac is telling her to stop and- ]
No, really, it's- [ but there he is. he's kneeling in front of her and is at eye level and when she feels his hand move to her free one and wrap around her wrist, she doesn't pull away. she's not really sure what he's doing, or why, but she doesn't feel threatened by him in any way. trusts him enough at this point to just...let him do whatever it is he's planning.
that's when she sees the ribbons, the veins in his arm, and her eyes follow them from where he's holding her wrist, up his arm and finally to his face. she's confused, not sure what exactly is happening, but then she feels it. or the lack of it, really, because it feels like her arm is going a little numb, which she soon recognizes as a lack of pain more than a lack of feeling. her eyes follow him when he lets go of her, when he takes the towel and stands and before she even realizes what she's doing, she's reaching out to grab his arm.
she wants to ask him what that was, why he did that, but before she can get it out their eyes meet and she suddenly feels really awkward. so much more like she's interrupting something that before, and she lets go. turns to somewhere else in the room because she doesn't really want to meet his eyes again. seeing that look on his face made all of this suddenly seem...what. different? different in that she almost feels guilty, and she's not really sure why.
instead, she keeps herself busy with staring at the things in their room. the little trinkets and posters and just piles of things in the corners of the room because it is a group of boys living her. it's going to be anything but clean. the distraction is enough to keep her steady when she looks back at isaac when he returns, just up and then back because he's offering her the towel. the damp towel. which is what she probably could have stood up and gotten herself but she didn't and isaac did. her voice is a little bit smaller than it had been before when she thanks him and takes the towel back, pressing it to the small gash first without even tensing up. ]
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[ and it's the truth. she was the only one that would be considered as 'doing something' and even then that something would be falling and looking like a complete idiot. no, she'll just be stubborn because it's easier. if isaac wants to question her about it, he can, but she'll just keep telling him the same thing. but then she hears that sarcasm and she just kind of looks at him, stares right into his eyes for a moment or two, before shaking her head. ]
Seriously it's not that bad. Don't get Scott- I just needed help cleaning this off.
[ and maybe she starts rubbing at her arm a little harder, despite the pain and the fact it's just making her skin red. she doesn't need scott. she doesn't need anyone because it's not that bad, and if she can just get some of this dried blood off she can go and wash it in the sink and wrap it up herself. but it does hurt, and she does wince, and then isaac is telling her to stop and- ]
No, really, it's- [ but there he is. he's kneeling in front of her and is at eye level and when she feels his hand move to her free one and wrap around her wrist, she doesn't pull away. she's not really sure what he's doing, or why, but she doesn't feel threatened by him in any way. trusts him enough at this point to just...let him do whatever it is he's planning.
that's when she sees the ribbons, the veins in his arm, and her eyes follow them from where he's holding her wrist, up his arm and finally to his face. she's confused, not sure what exactly is happening, but then she feels it. or the lack of it, really, because it feels like her arm is going a little numb, which she soon recognizes as a lack of pain more than a lack of feeling. her eyes follow him when he lets go of her, when he takes the towel and stands and before she even realizes what she's doing, she's reaching out to grab his arm.
she wants to ask him what that was, why he did that, but before she can get it out their eyes meet and she suddenly feels really awkward. so much more like she's interrupting something that before, and she lets go. turns to somewhere else in the room because she doesn't really want to meet his eyes again. seeing that look on his face made all of this suddenly seem...what. different? different in that she almost feels guilty, and she's not really sure why.
instead, she keeps herself busy with staring at the things in their room. the little trinkets and posters and just piles of things in the corners of the room because it is a group of boys living her. it's going to be anything but clean. the distraction is enough to keep her steady when she looks back at isaac when he returns, just up and then back because he's offering her the towel. the damp towel. which is what she probably could have stood up and gotten herself but she didn't and isaac did. her voice is a little bit smaller than it had been before when she thanks him and takes the towel back, pressing it to the small gash first without even tensing up. ]