“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 bloodiedbruised 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.”
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