[ The ice pack set down near him has him raising his head.
He doesn't want Izaya to see, but it's inevitable. The expression on his face. One of pain, a trickle of shock, a paler quality to already pale skin, his eyelids hooded. He's in a state. Everything he does hurts, even a slight movement to try and pick up the icepack makes him seethe.
He fumbles with it over and over. Uselessly. In the end he decides to just drape his broken and sprained wrist over the icepack, eyes finally trailing to check on his own body. ]
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He doesn't want Izaya to see, but it's inevitable. The expression on his face. One of pain, a trickle of shock, a paler quality to already pale skin, his eyelids hooded. He's in a state. Everything he does hurts, even a slight movement to try and pick up the icepack makes him seethe.
He fumbles with it over and over. Uselessly. In the end he decides to just drape his broken and sprained wrist over the icepack, eyes finally trailing to check on his own body. ]
Your- ugh. My eyes, flea. You can see, right?