[ there is a lull between keith's question and his response, seemingly distracted by the strangely tender removal of his boots. in the interim, he takes a couple of deep breaths, contemplative. ]
...Bruised.
[ if they were broken, it would hurt a lot more, wouldn't it?
there is a long pause, eyes stalling over keith's hands in the fading light. ]
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...Bruised.
[ if they were broken, it would hurt a lot more, wouldn't it?
there is a long pause, eyes stalling over keith's hands in the fading light. ]
Am I dying?