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[ yawns and stretches as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the female who is slowly starting to get dressed. flops backwards to peer up at her, giving some snide remark before she pops him on the nose with a hand in retribution. forgoes the shirt he was reaching for, instead rolling off the mattress to playfully plead with her to stay for a few more hours, though the joke is already lost once she steps into the bathroom to fix her hair.

grins a bit at that but dutifully moves out of her way, making a beeline back to his bedroom. lazily scratches at his already-frizzy hair as he leans against the doorway, not paying much attention to anything in particular. eventually his expression grows dimmer, eyes going up to the ceiling before they narrow slightly. finds himself unable to throw away the feeling of uneasiness that nestles into the pit of his stomach, almost as if something terrible had happened without him knowing. ]

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[ releases him reluctantly, slowly. reaches over to the coffee table to grab his cellphone, glancing at anthony in the corner of his eyes every now and then as he scrolls through his contact list. presses send when he gets to princess, eyes finally prying themselves away to look elsewhere.

hesitates when his hand hovers above anthony's head, making him stop again in his tracks. decides to let it rest there for a second as the connection is made between him and alyssa, as reassurance that he'll be back. and then he wanders off into his room, making himself comfortable on the wall as he begins a quiet conversation. ]

[ eyes trail after tony when he leaves, half-relieved & half-panicked to get a moment to himself. slumps forward with his elbows braced against his knees. lets his head hang between his shoulders, just like that, taking deep breaths to push aside some of the hyperventilation with deep breaths. reaches into his pocket to pull out his cellphone again, then sets it aside when he sees (knows) that there is still no contact.

leans back into the couch then, bringing up an arm to drape over his eyes as he concentrates on calming down. ]

[ comes back after a few minutes, the conversation not lasting too long (was not too profound, either). decides to set the phone on vibrate, not wanting to be disturbed yet giving some leeway if alyssa wanted to call back.

stares at anthony's back, hands crossing over his chest. sighs through his nose and makes his way to the front of the couch, gently removing the arm across anthony's face. surveys the damage, face still a bit stoic, but he says the first thing that comes to mind: ]

... heard you got into a fight, but I didn't know it was this bad.

[ expression brightens a fraction in a silent welcome back when tony enters his vision again. smiles faintly. ]

Not a fight. Just a lot of talking. [ pauses, then admits: ] Serious talking.

That's not what I meant...

[ hand goes to his hair, pushing some of it back. decides to turn the conversation around, hoping to give him some reassurance with his words. ]

She sounded okay. Not great, but fine enough.

[ belated realizes that tony is talking about the other fight -- the more physical one -- & is about to dress it when a more important bit of information takes priority over the topic of his injuries. sighs in relief & leans back again, lifting his own hand to gently nudge tony's aside. ]

That's good. Is her dad there?

[ takes that as a sign to step back a bit and sit on the edge of the coffee table. leans forward, resting his forearms on top of his knees. ]

Probably not, but he can't be too far away. She wouldn't have answered if he had been there.

[ rubs at his eyes a little & winces. pulls his hand back down. ]

Right. Thanks. [ shifts a bit, then decides to change the subject. ] I won the fight.

[ lips twitch upward into a small smile. ]

Knew you would. You've got it in you.

[ holds up his unbandaged fist for emphasis. ]

Manly. Just have to work on strikes per second.

[ shakes his head at that, setting his cellphone aside. stands up and wanders towards the kitchen. tugs open the freezer's door. ]

Why'd you attack the guy anyway? I mean, he's a jerk and all, but...

[ gets to his feet to follow tony into the kitchen for a glass of water. ]

. . . He did something unforgivable.

[ shifts things around, glad to find a pack of some kind of vegetables he picked up eons ago. catches anthony's wrist when he comes close enough, bringing the cold packet to his bruised eye. leads his hand up to it, knowing well enough that he'll hold it either way before he turns to grab a bottle of water for him instead. ]

Unforgivable, huh. [ pauses. opens the bottle. ] You don't have to tell me, of course. No pressure.

[ jerks back in surprise when the cold hits his skin, but does as silently ordered, using his hand to keep the pack in place. glances up at tony through his hair one-eyed, silent for a while as if he's gauging something. then he steps back a little so that he can lean on the counter while keeping his words simple. ]

He hurt Lyssa.

[ freezes before he's able to turn around to face anthony. glances over his shoulder at him, as if not believing him for a split second. ]

[ is silent for a long moment, turning away from anthony again. hand tightens a bit on the water bottle, having to set it down on the nearest counter as to not cave it in with his grip. eyes narrow and his voice goes dangerously cold, as if he's not himself for the moment. ]

... I see.

[ then seems to shake it off a bit as he turns to look at anthony again. leans again the refrigerator, looking him up and down. ]

... does anyone else know?

[ glances up at the tone, brows furrowing a bit. then moves the pack to his forehead instead, filing the moment away for later thought as his eyes close tiredly. ]

No. She's not for rumours.

Then we'll keep it that way.

[ belatedly realizes that the water bottle is still there, reaching over to it to hand it to anthony. ]

[ puts the pack aside so that he can reach forward to accept it, nodding in thanks. takes a sip. ]

Yeah.

. . . She wasn't happy with me.

[ blinks, looking surprised. fights back his kneejerk response when he notices the wilted look. slumps against his resting post. ]

... I'm not surprised. But there's more to it, isn't there.

[ gives him another smile before he wordlessly caps & sets the water bottle down next to the vegetable-ice pack. takes the couple of steps necessary to close the distance between them, thumping his forehead against tony's shoulder. ]

[ wasn't ready for the movement thus he does not respond right away, looking down at the top of his head in silence. slowly, almost as to not frighten anthony, he brings his arms up and around him; one hand cupping the back of his head, the other pressing him firmly against him. ]

... sorry. I won't ask anything else. Just... you'll stay here for the night, right? Stay here for as long as you need.

[ presses his nose into tony's shoulder as he lifts his arms to hug him back tightly, fingers shaking & twitching against tony's skin. gives a minute nod. ]

Yeah. I. . . yeah. Thank you. [ grip tightens a little more, despite his next words. ] I'll leave tomorrow morning.

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