#at least here he's gonna be willing to show him his face U_U

[the--wrench]

@destructiveglitch​ || X 

—- The warlord doesn’t feel

               for others all that often, let alone for a man who wanders Earth. And still, as Cadillac manifests behind him from a concoction of black and blue shadows, his hands find Wrench’s shoulders as he knits his brows with concern. “This should not be, this should not be,” he murmurs, bright eyes scanning the damage that’s been done. With sovereign grace, he flies to the front to study the cracks in the mask. His nose wrinkles, the lines around his intense gaze creasing-- that smell. Tears? How utterly despicable, to think Wrench has been put through absolute terror! The air he carries with him grows tight, his hair flares with quiet ire, and still his lengthy, black fingers  tenderly roll up the other’s sleeves. He presses the flat of his palm against one of the purple bruises. The slits inside the black of his eyes beam brighter than before, his skin goes hot, and he does something that goes against the nature of a vengeful beast: he heals.

“You’ll be fine.” He feigns composure well, though the rumble in his voice is an omen for the storm that’s to come. “Who’s done this to you?”

Who did this to him is .. one question that he’s not really sure of himself. All he knows is some random dude from Prime_Eight had come to attack him, and to try and get details on Jesper. Like hell he’d ever give that information up! But, that whole incident, the words .. they got to him a lot more than he’d like to admit. He hadn’t expected to run into Cadillac on the way back, though, when a hand comes to touch his shoulder just barely after he’d made it out of the alley he’d had his shit wrecked in? He jumps, a little yelp escaping his lips. 

Once he realizes its just Cadillac though, he relaxes... slightly. He’s still trembling, even as the war lord inspects him and even as he tries to assure himself that he’s safer now, but the hurtful words are still fresh in his mind and haunting every bit of his concious, so much so that he can’t even focus on what his friend is saying. It’s not until he’s rolling up his sleeves and his skin starts to feel hot that he snaps out of his stupor, startled but ultimately silent .. and then, because his camera is busted to hell and he can’t see out of it, he lifts up his mask with a shaky grasp. He’s .. healed? Huh? ... He hadn’t even known Cadillac could do that kind of thing! Let alone that he’d do it for him ... he’s surprised and, well .. it’d be rude not to make eye contact right? .. Or at the very least, look at his shoes. For Cadillac, he’s willing to move the mask slowly so he can actually see, though there’s a  great deal of hesitance to it. 

Finally, brown and greenish-hazel eyes flicker up to meet his face, alongside one hell of a scar on the left side of his face .. though, worry not; that scar has been there since birth. However, there is a stream of dried blood trailing down from his nose, and a still busted lip -- otherwise, he’s not really hurt all that badly still. Cadillac’s healing helped his body not feel so sore, and for that he’s grateful -- but he’s got some trouble expressing that, even as the tears keep running and he can’t really stop those. 

“Th-thank you ..” Wrench replies, unusually quiet and notably lacking energy as he gazes up at them. Understandable, considering what happened, but he avoids his look and tugs his hood down lower to avoid his gaze in shame. “Uh ... fuck if I kn-know. It’s um .. it was a prime eight hacker or, s-something.”  Can Cadillac even hear his quiet voice? He’s not sure, so he’ll try and make himself speak a little louder, even if it’s painfully obvious he’s about to burst. “H-he um ... the guy w-wwent that way. But th-that’s okay, I think he probably looked w-worse than I do.” Or, did, technically, but you know .. whatever. His hands grip tighter at the mask in his hands as he takes a moment to try to suck it all in, but he’s failing pretty miserably. 

Without a second thought, he shuffles closer to Cadillac, and .. well, he needs a hug, okay? So, he covers his face with both of his hands, shuffling closer to  him and plonking his head against the taller war lord’s torso. He’s a great deal shorter than Cadillac, but it’s not gonna stop him from staying in this position as long as he will let him.