[He wants to tell her it doesn't matter, but unfortunately her arm presses over one of the long cuts on his neck and winces. Although it is true the wounds were already healing, that silver sheen covering the blood, they're still raw and sore.
And it's only now that it will be more evident that he looks as if he just crashed and rampaged through a room of glass, the cuts and scrapes all over him. Granted, that is practically what he did.]
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And it's only now that it will be more evident that he looks as if he just crashed and rampaged through a room of glass, the cuts and scrapes all over him. Granted, that is practically what he did.]