[he isn't much expecting the help with taking his shirt off, but it isn't entirely unwelcome as much as he aches. it pulls over his head, fucking his hair up more, always a goddamn mess with the damn curls. sizhui takes the shirt, leaving jason's top bare and he doesn't exactly hurt enough to be self-conscious. the bruises wrapping around his side is extensive and dimly, he wonders if something's broken under it. doesn't really hurt like it, but he's learned he has a high tolerance for pain. surely doesn't have anything to do with his childhood.
the polite bow of sizhui's head, all super long hair and delicate features, jason just cocks his head, picking up a brow. it feels awkward as hell not being able to communicate without a game of charades, but when sizhui hovers his hand over the bruise, jason feels something more tangible than anything charades would have gotten them. the soft blue glow is something, some kind of magic or something, but it eases the throbbing ache in his side. jason's watching wide-eyed as suddenly sitting up gets more comfortable, more bearable. his skin feels warm, like he's been sunbathing.]
What the fuck, man... [jason murmurs to himself, gaze flicking up sizhui's face as he just goes on to the next bruise.] Not just a pretty face, huh?
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the polite bow of sizhui's head, all super long hair and delicate features, jason just cocks his head, picking up a brow. it feels awkward as hell not being able to communicate without a game of charades, but when sizhui hovers his hand over the bruise, jason feels something more tangible than anything charades would have gotten them. the soft blue glow is something, some kind of magic or something, but it eases the throbbing ache in his side. jason's watching wide-eyed as suddenly sitting up gets more comfortable, more bearable. his skin feels warm, like he's been sunbathing.]
What the fuck, man... [jason murmurs to himself, gaze flicking up sizhui's face as he just goes on to the next bruise.] Not just a pretty face, huh?