He neither refuses nor asks for the water, or the blanket, or anything Jesus brings over at first; it takes him those moments to catch up, honestly, and then he's just thoughtlessly accepting whatever is pushed into his hands or draped over his shoulders.
"Thank you," he does finally manage, and he's able to peer through the semi dark at Jesus now - which he does. "Did someone hurt you?"
He hopes, irrationally for a moment, that it wasn't him; but he thinks he'd remember that, surely.
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Date: 2022-08-09 01:23 am (UTC)"Thank you," he does finally manage, and he's able to peer through the semi dark at Jesus now - which he does. "Did someone hurt you?"
He hopes, irrationally for a moment, that it wasn't him; but he thinks he'd remember that, surely.