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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sitting on his scooter out in the parking lot of the building that he knows is alyssa's last class of the day, elbows braced against the handles as he waits. only checks the clock of his cellphone once when the stream of people appear, signaling the end of the hour. thinks about texting her, but manages to refrain, quietly waiting for a certain princess to appear. ]

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then her shoulders slowly slump a bit as well as the nursing coming to a pause. feels conflicted, but in the end she pushes it away for the time being. ]

... do you want me to stay over tonight?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over with his other hand when he notices that look. hesitates briefly. ]

. . . You know you're always welcomed.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head a bit. ]

Only if you need someone.

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ expression sobers a bit as he gives her a long look. ]

. . . Lyssa.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ then shakes his head, deciding to be straight-forward for a change. ]

Would you be comfortable?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

...

[ doesn't answer as her expression turns into something akin to confusion, almost as if she isn't sure herself. in the end she gazes down at his hand again and goes back to work in silence. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ draws his other hand back as he also looks down, closing his eyes briefly. breathes out. ]

. . . I'll be fine.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ brows furrow as she half-misses his comment, attempting to focus all of her attention on his hand. finally finishes when she wraps it up, tight but not tight enough to restrict the flow of blood. inhales, exhales. sits up straight to look down at her work. nods a bit after deciding that it looks fine enough. ]

Okay. I think I'm done.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ opens his eyes & brings the hand back for a second round of inspection. nods & glances up at her afterward, managing to ease a smile onto his face. ]

Thanks. It feels much better.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ returns a small smile of her own, already doctoring up another cotton swab. ]

Of course.

[ & then she lifts her free hand, tilting anthony's head upward further. leans in close, eyes focusing on the faint cut underneath his bruised eye. begins to dab at that gently. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't flinch as badly at that, though there is still a small jerk. glances at her once in a while through his hair, wanting to say something yet unable to voice them properly. in the end, simply goes with: ]

Want to share my prison food later?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lips twitch up into a small smile. ]

No. It's your punishment, not mine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But there's nothing more delicious than gruel.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I'll take a photo of it with my phone and send it over to your dad.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

He'll have an aneurysm.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls back when she's done, pretending not to hear that statement. tilts her head and peers at him. ]

Does it hurt anywhere else?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

My self-esteem.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ sighs and rolls her eyes. begins to put everything away. ]

Suppose that's a "no", then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps his eyes trained on her, willing himself not to look away. ]

. . . Thank you.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuts the box, looking pointedly at it in thought. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ eventually looks up and gives him a smile after she's had her moment. ]

You're welcome! Anything I can do to help.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but look down briefly at that smile. then back up. ]

You really don't want any gruel?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I think I'll live without it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Chance of a lifetime?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Who knows, I might be the one to get into a fight next time.