[He mentally notes it all - medicine, tea, ice - and nods somewhat absently. After his talk with Nehan, he'll take everything he needs to without fuss, though his bruising is old enough that he probably won't ice it.
The thanks gives him pause, though. The faint words that can barely be heard over Scien telling him to rest strike some strange chord in him, and his hands reflexively fold together, the grip briefly punishing. Beyond the exhaustion, his thoughts race, but he's far too tired to want to face any of that. For now, he eases back up to his feet, dusting himself off, straightening his clothing and fixing his hair so he doesn't look like he was just crying on the basement floor.]
...I'll return later.
[It's all he ends up saying, soft and quiet. It's a request he can turn down, but despite everything, he didn't hate this conversation. He didn't hate spending his time here.]
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The thanks gives him pause, though. The faint words that can barely be heard over Scien telling him to rest strike some strange chord in him, and his hands reflexively fold together, the grip briefly punishing. Beyond the exhaustion, his thoughts race, but he's far too tired to want to face any of that. For now, he eases back up to his feet, dusting himself off, straightening his clothing and fixing his hair so he doesn't look like he was just crying on the basement floor.]
...I'll return later.
[It's all he ends up saying, soft and quiet. It's a request he can turn down, but despite everything, he didn't hate this conversation. He didn't hate spending his time here.]