[ Clark's teeth grit together when the sweater is pulled; some of the blood's dried, causing it to sound not at all unlike a sticker being peeled from a fruit. His hand is shaking again, and though his gaze drifts downward to see the young man work, the sight of his own ugly little wound has him letting out a soft noise and looking away once more, instead.
He isn't strong enough for this. And, his cheeks warming slightly as his shirt is undone and gently pushed aside, he realises he isn't protected enough from embarrassment, either.
Clark's skin is smooth, soft like it belongs to someone who has no business at all being outside by himself to get attacked by restless spirits. It makes the wound stick out even more-- a single flaw in an otherwise perfect picture (that is, if you don't count the horror that is his posture)-- and one that makes Clark flinch the moment he feels it being cleaned with water. ]
Gosh, that's cold. [ He exhales shakily through his teeth, shivering slightly. ] Uh... but I'm. Y-Yes. I've only recently...
The ferry dropped me off, a few-- few days ago. But don't ask me how many. [ Clark tries for a laugh, but it comes out awkward and stilted and like he's trying to distract himself from the very awful reality that someone is touching a wound that is an opening in his body. There's blood coming out of him, like he's a gosh darned jelly doughnut, and even the concept of it makes his head spin a little. ] I've never missed the sun so much.
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He isn't strong enough for this. And, his cheeks warming slightly as his shirt is undone and gently pushed aside, he realises he isn't protected enough from embarrassment, either.
Clark's skin is smooth, soft like it belongs to someone who has no business at all being outside by himself to get attacked by restless spirits. It makes the wound stick out even more-- a single flaw in an otherwise perfect picture (that is, if you don't count the horror that is his posture)-- and one that makes Clark flinch the moment he feels it being cleaned with water. ]
Gosh, that's cold. [ He exhales shakily through his teeth, shivering slightly. ] Uh... but I'm. Y-Yes. I've only recently...
The ferry dropped me off, a few-- few days ago. But don't ask me how many. [ Clark tries for a laugh, but it comes out awkward and stilted and like he's trying to distract himself from the very awful reality that someone is touching a wound that is an opening in his body. There's blood coming out of him, like he's a gosh darned jelly doughnut, and even the concept of it makes his head spin a little. ] I've never missed the sun so much.