[ Helios shifts looking at Adele with a clear air of anxiety and uncomfortableness around him. His own hand twitches when he feels at that heat from Adele's, he gives her a look filled with trepidation and a undercurrent of not wanting her to see or check despite knowing that is has to be done. The jagged wounds on his shoulder and side throb along with his broken arm and he's becoming increasingly aware that thinking straight is becoming harder and harder.
He knows he needs to be looked over but the more active part of his mind, the paranoid and afraid part, doesn't want that at all. ] I-I know. I know. I-I just...
[ God he really just doesn't want to show you anything, not after that talk they had. Not after he tried to deny something that was so blatant and so obvious. He's never shown anyone, not even Giles, his scars and Alice had only seen them because of circumstances beyond his control. He bites his lip as he considers. He doesn't have to stay he can just go to his room and wait until he can heal it himself. He has half a mind to do that. Better to not bother her too, correct? He makes to get up then. ] It-it's not you. It's m-me. I-I'm sorry I just I can't...
[ He can't deal with that, not now, not ever. If it's only damning factor to his damaged psyche it's his arms and having anyone see them is just something he hasn't gotten over yet. ]
[Action]
He knows he needs to be looked over but the more active part of his mind, the paranoid and afraid part, doesn't want that at all. ] I-I know. I know. I-I just...
[ God he really just doesn't want to show you anything, not after that talk they had. Not after he tried to deny something that was so blatant and so obvious. He's never shown anyone, not even Giles, his scars and Alice had only seen them because of circumstances beyond his control. He bites his lip as he considers. He doesn't have to stay he can just go to his room and wait until he can heal it himself. He has half a mind to do that. Better to not bother her too, correct? He makes to get up then. ] It-it's not you. It's m-me. I-I'm sorry I just I can't...
[ He can't deal with that, not now, not ever. If it's only damning factor to his damaged psyche it's his arms and having anyone see them is just something he hasn't gotten over yet. ]