He realises, belatedly, what he'd tried to do, and feels a rush of emotion - shame, that he'd acted that way, mingled with a strange joy at the realisation that he didn't have to do that anymore. He could be honest with Ling. He feels a little hesitant, though, knowing that his love isn't going to like what he hears.
"It's not your fault..." he starts softly "It's just an injury... that's... that's the reason I couldn't write for a while. It's fine now, mostly, but sometimes it still twinges a little..."
He doesn't realise, yet, that it's almost a perfect mirror to Ling's own shoulder wound.
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Date: 2022-06-21 07:40 pm (UTC)From:He realises, belatedly, what he'd tried to do, and feels a rush of emotion - shame, that he'd acted that way, mingled with a strange joy at the realisation that he didn't have to do that anymore. He could be honest with Ling. He feels a little hesitant, though, knowing that his love isn't going to like what he hears.
"It's not your fault..." he starts softly "It's just an injury... that's... that's the reason I couldn't write for a while. It's fine now, mostly, but sometimes it still twinges a little..."
He doesn't realise, yet, that it's almost a perfect mirror to Ling's own shoulder wound.