mhm, okay.
( he tries to do just that, body tense with the effort of not flinching away from the other mans helpful touch. blood stained skin is already beginning to bloom with bruising around the affected area, a small gash would be found just off the bridge of his nose;
( quentin can’t judge him for the tears. he hasn’t felt this exactly type of ‘freaked’ in—hell, years now. sure, every trial is as terrifying as the next but this ? this was different. )
( at the mention of 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, he jostles their clung position in attempt to get a +















