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...I don't have to, if you don't want me to.

[He doesn't want to impose. But he doesn't want to leave Oria so soon either. He squeezes Oria's hand lightly. The game had made Oria honest about everything. It seems only fair to be honest himself]

Things were a mess for me on Tuesday as well. [He got kicked into some crates, barely avoided falling down the stairs...] So technically, I'm still on leave until Monday.

[ Hm. He thought he saw a little peek of something under Sinclair's clothes when he moved about, but he's not sure. ]

Ah, but then you can't play.

[ He's honestly not sure if the 4.5 patch will fix the "plague bug". ]

... What do you think? I don't think you can use my equipment either, and I don't want to play if you're here.

Hien said we should log off until it's fixed anyway. If you're here...

[He bumps their foreheads together playfully. He has some pretty large bruises all over his back. They're healing at least]

Then I don't feel like playing either.

[He'll go back home tomorrow and hopefully things are sorted by then. Hopefully]

It's a shame that I can't give you a massage right now because I'm recovering. I bet you would have liked it a lot~

[ Ever so mischievous. He bumps his nose against Sinclair's and loosely puts an arm over his side. ]

You know... I think I saw something under your clothes...

Ah--you know, I've never had one before.

[Distracted, Sinclair holds himself very still and gives a tiny huff. Okay, that's not bumping anything painful]

I don't know what you mean...?

[How could Oria have seen something? He chose baggy clothes for a reason]

Hm... Emil?

[ Oria's fingers walk on Sinclair's side and lowers to lightly tug on the hem of his sweater. ]

I'm not sure if I should ask you this, but...

[Ah. Sinclair squeaks and his hand goes down to stop Oria, only to freeze when he worries he'll hurt Oria ]

Ask me what?

Strip.

That's a big thing to ask--

[Oria, why did you have to ask it like that]

[ Oria laughs. ]

I warned you!

[ Oria tugs on the hem of Sinclair's sweater again, but then he reaches under it with a finger and pokes his skin. ]

[ Sinclair yelps, wiggling away. That actually hurt]

Oria--

[And his shirt rides up enough to show a glimpse of the very large bruise on his stomach]

[ He notices how a mere poke hurt Sinclair and he pauses, withdrawing his hand for a second. He felt bandages around Sinclair too and sighs. ]

Do you want some painkillers?

It's fine. It's only a bruise.

[ That Oria poked. He settles back down on Oria's bed with a soft sigh]

You don't need to worry.

It looked pretty big...

[ Oria looks concerned, but a little pouty. This means they can't cuddle!! ]

[ Oria just needs to adapt. Gentle cuddles. Sinclair leans back in when he's sure Oria wont try to grab his sweater again. He might regret this, but Oria looks so cute pouty...]

It looks worse than it is. I don't need to strip to prove that, do I?

[He will actually take off his top if it means Oria will feel better. But what if it makes it worse?]

No... you don't have to.

[ Oria sighs. ]

I only poked you a little and you said it hurt, so of course I'm worried.

It really is just a bunch of bruises...

[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]

[ Sinclair would be right. There are bandages tightly tied around Oria's stomach area, but the wound should have closer already even if its easy to open it again. ]

... Before you leave, I'm gonna give you an ointment, so you better use it on your bruises.

[ Though that boot-shaped print makes him think... ]

I thought you just did record keeping and cleanups. Why did you get hurt? Was there an ambush?

Alright.

[Sinclair nods, settling himself back by Oria's side. Closer. His wounds aren't scary at all, unlike--]

Mm. I think they thought I had something more important than I did. We were delivering some documents to another company and then...

[They had been jumped. ]

... I guess we're both always in danger.

[ There's a wry look on his face as he puts his free arm over Sinclair's side again. He wants to pull him closer, but he's wary. What if there's a bruise on his back too? There is, but Oria doesn't know that. ]

[Sinclair doesn't care. He presses closer, tucking his face against Oria's neck. He brushes his hand carefully down Oria's side and when he feels the bandages, settles his hand above, just out of the way against the middle of Oria's back]

...it seems like it. I chose this for myself though.

[It's not like Oria, who had it chosen for him]

If you're sure...

[ Oria would obviously want Sinclair to be safe. This is why he's mostly against the revenge pact, even if it seems that Sinclair can handle himself. Even if all these bruises... what if it had been a blade instead of a bruise? It fills Oria with worry. ]

Why did you join?

[He drums his fingers against Oria's back as he tries to put in words. Why had he joined?]

I was in the hospital for awhile after...[He trails off for a bit and frowns. Some of it had been because of his injuries. The other part of it] They approached me then. They said that if I joined them "we promise you, we will help you break free."

... Emil, that's a very common cult technique.

[ Get people while they're down, promise them something that they want so much, and getting them to join.

Now he's even more worried. ]

[Sinclair laughs a little. He can't help it. He thought the same thing]

I told them to go away and leave me alone the first time.

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