#{ yesssss they're very soft for two people who were/are in the same situation }

[dis--parity]

『🍬』 "... you sure? I don't... hey, I don't wanna hold you up if-" He only gets halfway through his own protest when the tenderness in her voice finally registers with him. His fingers lift for a minute to accept the cloth, but end up remaining by his side - and slowly, the old, bloodstained washcloth lowers from his face, revealing in it's wake a nasty gash on the side of his head, just above his prosthetic eye.

"Fuck it. Just... you think you can at least sit with me for a sec?" He finally submits, clearing a space on the couch for her to kneel near him. "I can't see how bad it is anyway. Just-... if there's anything you can do, y'know... I'll appreciate it, Ali. Like, seriously."

"well, what do i have to lose?" her voice is gentle as she speaks though her point stands firm. she had all intentions to help theo however she could, however he'd let her. it didn't seem right for her to simply turn around and leave, after all, not to someone she cared about.

"this isn't out of my way. don't worry, okay?" she offers out the cloth to him then. "do you want me to clean it? or you would rather do it yourself?"