[ They... really are too similar for their own good, aren't they? Despite all outward appearances—Mattie's roguish inclinations and her bravado; Sion's gentle temperament and his determination to greet each and every day with a smile—they only wish to protect the one person they care for most, in the end: a mother who had sacrificed so, so very much for them. Mattie's mother, a woman who seemed as though she'd yet to realize her own potential, had given everything to care for her daughter in the absence of Mattie's father, and Sion's own on mother who--...
To this day, remained caught in a volatile marriage if only so that her son might be free to live a life away from the crimes his father had committed.
Before he's thought much of the gesture, he's reached out to touch Mattie's arm, fingers curling there in a gesture of comfort and of reassurance.
(He understands.) ]
Tomorrow. [ —he relents at long last, shoulders sloping with a soft sigh. Her concern for him is something he cannot so easily dismiss. ]I will have it looked at tomorrow. From my volunteer work at the hospital, I've become acquainted with a number of the staff there.
I will find someone who will not draw too much attention to how I managed to hurt myself.
[ Privately, he is glad that Mattie has also refrained from asking. ]
...if the area is clean enough, we can apply the antibiotic, and then the bandage. [ Neosporin? Handed to his caretaker. Meanwhile? He will work to secure the proper amount of gauze and clip small sections of first-aid tape. ] Afterward, I'll tie my hair so none of the gauze or medical tape is able to shift.
[ Flicking his eyes up, he looks to her, then, choosing his words carefully: ]
From where I'm sitting, your head isn't low at all. [ And then, he glances back down, taking care not to make any gesture too quickly. ] ...thank you, for putting up with me tonight, Mattie.
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To this day, remained caught in a volatile marriage if only so that her son might be free to live a life away from the crimes his father had committed.
Before he's thought much of the gesture, he's reached out to touch Mattie's arm, fingers curling there in a gesture of comfort and of reassurance.
(He understands.) ]
Tomorrow. [ —he relents at long last, shoulders sloping with a soft sigh. Her concern for him is something he cannot so easily dismiss. ]I will have it looked at tomorrow. From my volunteer work at the hospital, I've become acquainted with a number of the staff there.
I will find someone who will not draw too much attention to how I managed to hurt myself.
[ Privately, he is glad that Mattie has also refrained from asking. ]
...if the area is clean enough, we can apply the antibiotic, and then the bandage. [ Neosporin? Handed to his caretaker. Meanwhile? He will work to secure the proper amount of gauze and clip small sections of first-aid tape. ] Afterward, I'll tie my hair so none of the gauze or medical tape is able to shift.
[ Flicking his eyes up, he looks to her, then, choosing his words carefully: ]
From where I'm sitting, your head isn't low at all. [ And then, he glances back down, taking care not to make any gesture too quickly. ] ...thank you, for putting up with me tonight, Mattie.