#(not really just worried when she downplays shit abt her suffering physical or otherwise)

[tsume-awase]

❝ i wasn’t hurt that badly. the doctor said all my bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be. ❞

He wonders why she even bothers deflecting--the faint joke only earns a sharp narrowing of his eyes--she can't surely have expected any different.

Well. Perhaps it's the painkillers talking.

...Kamakiri sets his jaw, lips pressed into a thin line of displeasure. The simple acknowledgement of Easy's wounded state, treated or otherwise, still brings a sour chill that settles, light on the backs of his shoulders. After a beat, he huffs, the sound more chiding than anything approaching humor.

"Pretty hard to believe coming from the one so frequently fussing over light bruises."

The tone is dry, relatively light, or at least approaching the implicit fondness that so often seep into his words with her, but Kamakiri cannot deny the frustration bubbling down deep. Absurd (and frankly, distressing) that she seems so incapable of treating herself with the same warm consideration which she so endlessly piles upon others.

He frowns. Draws in a slow breath and lets the exhale hang unspoken concern and disapproval between them. Before he reaches forward, brief, to give Easy's forearm a gentle squeeze.

"...You're ridiculous."

Be careful.