[ Where do you want me to begin?, she asks, but Mattie's already gone and taken the initiative again, hasn't she? Having taken ahold of washcloth, she presses its terry-cloth loops to his face, the material sweeping away the blood at his hairline; the rivulets which had streaked down his temple. And before he'd realized it for himself, he'd bowed his head to aid her efforts, eyes falling momentarily closed as he recalls how she'd glanced away from him—had he spoken too freely, been too informal when he'd assured her that she could rely upon him?
Truly, though, it's a bit difficult to imagine formality when the boundary between student and teaching assistant has all but vanished, and the extent of both Mattie's care and patience (how has he not managed to exhaust it?) for him is--...
Undeserved and troublesome; heartwarming and sincere.
(Perhaps he should have relented and made way to the hospital. In a manner of speaking, he gave her no choice in accompanying him home, staying with him here.) ]
Not so pretty now, I'd wager. [ Lips curving into something of a wry smile, he makes to seat himself upon the tiled floor, sighing lightly once he's off his feet. The pounding ache in his head tells him that the swelling of the injury will likely travel, perhaps bruising into his eye, and if that should happen, he won't at all be able to live up to the title Mattie's appointed him to—'one of the prettiest faces'....
(Did she think that, about him? Is she just teasing? She's probably teasing.) ]
Chocobo theft is, by and large, far more exciting. [ So it is true, then, the rumor which he'd heard about her—even the part about the lion costuming. ] Knowing precisely when to take a risk in order to achieve a goal is a key quality for leadership.
[ Chuckling (and immediately wincing because of it), Sion gestures to the tweezers, the cotton balls— ]
If I pull back my hair, would you be able to clean the wound-area?
[ And already, he's doing just that, combing through ash-blond strands and simply parting the hair where it hurts—he's no need of a mirror for that. ]
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Truly, though, it's a bit difficult to imagine formality when the boundary between student and teaching assistant has all but vanished, and the extent of both Mattie's care and patience (how has he not managed to exhaust it?) for him is--...
Undeserved and troublesome; heartwarming and sincere.
(Perhaps he should have relented and made way to the hospital. In a manner of speaking, he gave her no choice in accompanying him home, staying with him here.) ]
Not so pretty now, I'd wager. [ Lips curving into something of a wry smile, he makes to seat himself upon the tiled floor, sighing lightly once he's off his feet. The pounding ache in his head tells him that the swelling of the injury will likely travel, perhaps bruising into his eye, and if that should happen, he won't at all be able to live up to the title Mattie's appointed him to—'one of the prettiest faces'....
(Did she think that, about him? Is she just teasing? She's probably teasing.) ]
Chocobo theft is, by and large, far more exciting. [ So it is true, then, the rumor which he'd heard about her—even the part about the lion costuming. ] Knowing precisely when to take a risk in order to achieve a goal is a key quality for leadership.
[ Chuckling (and immediately wincing because of it), Sion gestures to the tweezers, the cotton balls— ]
If I pull back my hair, would you be able to clean the wound-area?
[ And already, he's doing just that, combing through ash-blond strands and simply parting the hair where it hurts—he's no need of a mirror for that. ]