I see. [ he doesn't, in fact, see, at least not entirely. but the thing is that heine communicates almost exclusively in significant looks and microexpressions, and he'd have to hit his head way harder than he did in order to miss the way the question immediately made midnight uncomfortable. heine's badly socialized maybe, but he's not an asshole when it's not deserved.
fortunately, the somewhat painstaking process of climbing to his feet in order to make his way over to the bench provides a good distraction from th emoment. as he stretches, feeling his joints and muscles shift, heine can tell that he's already on his way to healing, the ache in his shoulder fading as they speak. but when he stands up it's not without a twinge, plus a brief moment of vertigo that reminds him a little too much of how he felt after the bank.
he looks down at his knee, where his jeans are torn and a little bloody, and sighs a quiet but emphatic, ] Ah, fuck.
[ it's fine. they're just clothes. as long as he sneaks back to the apartment nobody will be any wiser. heine limps slightly over to the bench, then turns to make sure midnight's not too concussed to make his way over too without passing out. ]
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fortunately, the somewhat painstaking process of climbing to his feet in order to make his way over to the bench provides a good distraction from th emoment. as he stretches, feeling his joints and muscles shift, heine can tell that he's already on his way to healing, the ache in his shoulder fading as they speak. but when he stands up it's not without a twinge, plus a brief moment of vertigo that reminds him a little too much of how he felt after the bank.
he looks down at his knee, where his jeans are torn and a little bloody, and sighs a quiet but emphatic, ] Ah, fuck.
[ it's fine. they're just clothes. as long as he sneaks back to the apartment nobody will be any wiser. heine limps slightly over to the bench, then turns to make sure midnight's not too concussed to make his way over too without passing out. ]