[ That takes a second too long to process, and confusion, then disbelief flits across his features as he looks from Sizhui to Jason then back again. Healing? He hadnāt even expected Sizhui to think much of the bruises and half-healed scars on his body. ]
Youāreā¦?[ A question that drifts off about Sizhuiās powers. It should come as no surprise that Jasonās boyfriend possesses abilities of some sort. Their lifestyles and histories donāt accommodate ordinary people. The curiosity is easily buried beneath a sense of bewilderment that this is actually happening.
Sizhui is offering to put his hands on him, when heās wearing nothing but a pair of Jasonās sweats, still damp from the pelting rain he can still hear outside. Theyāre having drinksāSizhuiās already tipsy, and yet Jason, who he had been convinced was dead a few weeks ago, is suddenly encouraging it all. Heās not oblivious or naive enough to miss the signals.
But heās not cynical enough to think this was planned somehow. Heās also not above seeing what happens. ]
Okay. [ Dick takes a last second for wariness before heās dipping his head and shrugging the towel off. He crosses the small space to the chaise and drapes the towel on its back. ]
Itās nothing major. Some sparring got out of hand. [ He knows that Jason would know better. Itās no sparring injury. Dick lifts an arm and twists, mouth pressing tight as he breathes through the pinch and reveals a long, sharp wound. The stitches have recently been taken out but the gash running the length of his ribs to his waist has been healing slowly. ]
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Youāreā¦?[ A question that drifts off about Sizhuiās powers. It should come as no surprise that Jasonās boyfriend possesses abilities of some sort. Their lifestyles and histories donāt accommodate ordinary people. The curiosity is easily buried beneath a sense of bewilderment that this is actually happening.
Sizhui is offering to put his hands on him, when heās wearing nothing but a pair of Jasonās sweats, still damp from the pelting rain he can still hear outside. Theyāre having drinksāSizhuiās already tipsy, and yet Jason, who he had been convinced was dead a few weeks ago, is suddenly encouraging it all. Heās not oblivious or naive enough to miss the signals.
But heās not cynical enough to think this was planned somehow. Heās also not above seeing what happens. ]
Okay. [ Dick takes a last second for wariness before heās dipping his head and shrugging the towel off. He crosses the small space to the chaise and drapes the towel on its back. ]
Itās nothing major. Some sparring got out of hand. [ He knows that Jason would know better. Itās no sparring injury. Dick lifts an arm and twists, mouth pressing tight as he breathes through the pinch and reveals a long, sharp wound. The stitches have recently been taken out but the gash running the length of his ribs to his waist has been healing slowly. ]