jason.@nosquisumus

“I’d rather not, plausible deniability and all. Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

“Don’t worry.  I’m not going to breathe a word you were here.  I’d rather not answer questions about how this happened anyway.”  Blaine shot the guy a guilty smile before looking down at his bloodied bruised knuckles.  They really were a mess.  And he had piano lessons tomorrow.  Probably should have thought about that before he didn’t regain control of a sparring match gone a teeny bit out of control.

“I’ll be–,” he hissed in a breath through clenched together teeth in a grimace when he wriggled them trying to make a point that failed beyond the meaning of fail (so said the pain shooting up his arm).  “Wow.  That really is getting worse..and a lot more gross.”  Cringing, his nose scrunched when he met the other’s eyes and nodded.  “I mean–yeah.  Thanks.”