[He'll lift up his shirt a little so Oria can see. Yep. Just a big purple-yellow bruise, maybe vaguely in the shape of a boot print. He drops his shirt again and reaches up to cup Oria's cheek with a tiny frown]
Not like I was shot.
[This time. He casts his gaze down at Oria's torso, as if he could tell where the bandages were from just looking]
no subject
[He'll lift up his shirt a little so Oria can see. Yep. Just a big purple-yellow bruise, maybe vaguely in the shape of a boot print. He drops his shirt again and reaches up to cup Oria's cheek with a tiny frown]
Not like I was shot.
[This time. He casts his gaze down at Oria's torso, as if he could tell where the bandages were from just looking]