#[ but yeah i was not expecting things to escalate so badly vivian would actually... apologize to theo ]

[unladielike]

    Frankly speaking, she was aware Theo might have not done as she required out of spite... but much to her relief, he does, which makes her let out a sigh that made it apparent she was glad he at least listened. By that point, Vivian then unwraps her jacket from around her waist before pulling out a bunch of paper napkins she had lazily crammed into the large jacket pockets over the last few months, only to subsequently make her way over to him with the jacket she wedges beneath her armpit. Finally, upon registering Theo's next words, she'll soon shake her head while throwing her jacket over the bench's wooden arm.

    "That's not it; in fact, I'm not even angry anymore," she explains and sure enough, begins pressing the paper napkins to his scalp as well as the side of his face that noticeably bled. "To be honest, I wanted to apologize and make the whole bleeding stop. Why, if anything, it was me who committed the worst sin... so I'm sorry - sorry I ended up losing my temper at you and ruining your annoyingly handsome face," Vivian states. The whole entire time, she tries her best to wipe up the blood she could see, yet in the process, would get crimson droplets staining her own fingertips through the paper napkins.

    "Anyways... how bad is your pain? Can you manage to make it back home without passing out or would the more recommended course of action be to call you an ambulance?" Vivian goes on to ask, and within seconds, she goes back to pressing the paper napkins against the afflicted areas she could visibly discern, hoping it would somehow manage to eventually staunch the bleeding.

『🍬』 Everything hurts. The moment the humiliation hits from his mistake, his slip of the tongue born from simple force of habit, the burning sensation on the side of his head only intensifies. He does his best to ignore it as he begins to storm off, pulling Burn closer by the leash to try and calm him. The scent of blood in the air did nothing to settle the poor dog's nerves; between the pain and fighting and the reminders of everything he hated about himself, Theo just wanted to go home.

But it looks like he won't quite get that satisfaction yet.

"WHAT?!" he yells, snapping back around - and that's when the nature of his wound finally hits him. The tension that's been building since the first word finally catches up to him, and he winces as he clutches the side of his head, staggering a little as blood runs betwixt his fingers, staining his white hair. The sting on his scalp, the throbbing as the blood rushes through the wound, gives him enough pause to finally take notice of Vivian's expression.

She's worried. This was never a matter of her being intimidated by him, or even just doing something for the sake of antagonising him. His good eye blinks harshly, his free hand twitching the longer he stares at her. It relents from balling into a fist, just barely - before finally relaxing, opening up as he finally takes a seat on the bench at her behest. Through his nostrils, a sharp breath fills his lungs - and he's shaking as he sits there.

"... I fucked up. You-... you don't gotta sit me down to tell me that, just..."