[OH BOY HIS ROOMMATE IS BACK!! He looks over at the sound of the door opening - hadn't been in a good mood to begin with, honestly, but his expression softens on reflex when he catches sight of Beck.
And then he really catches sight of Beck, and that look drops off his face in favor of a sort of blanked out surprise. He's no stranger to blood and gore, and there's very little he could see that would actually upset him, honestly. It's not the wound itself that he's unhappy about so much as who it's on.
In barely a breath, he's on his feet and sweeping over, eying the wound - stitched and clean, at least. But - as his hands reach out to gently touch her shoulders --]
Who did this to you?
[Compared to his usual over-the-top antics, there's something in this single, simple statement that promises swift action.]
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And then he really catches sight of Beck, and that look drops off his face in favor of a sort of blanked out surprise. He's no stranger to blood and gore, and there's very little he could see that would actually upset him, honestly. It's not the wound itself that he's unhappy about so much as who it's on.
In barely a breath, he's on his feet and sweeping over, eying the wound - stitched and clean, at least. But - as his hands reach out to gently touch her shoulders --]
Who did this to you?
[Compared to his usual over-the-top antics, there's something in this single, simple statement that promises swift action.]