〝 I'm sorry this is happenin' to you . I just wish I could make it better , y'know .ᐣ 〞
A hand cautiously reached for Lysandre's face , intending to examine his bad eye , gauge how long recovery would take .
❛ It all got worse once grisham and corbeau became an item .. ❜
He sighed . A deep breath through his nose .
Eye slowly moving to stare right back at him .
〝 . . . I don't like her . I think she has a lot to answer for , and she simply refuses to . To put it as nicely as I can muster . 〞
Even like this , Sammy couldn't help but just . . . stare .
❛ please ... just say it . ❜
Eventually , slowly , his face was removed from its hiding place . Cheek against , instead . Though , his good eye is still the only one open . And very visibly exhausted .
〝 I'm . . . probably biased in the way I speak about her , so maybe my input wouldn't be too helpful . 〞
Stroking the fabric of his clothes , that humming only seemed to grow louder .
❛ Of all the things she could've done .. ❜
Well . No use complaining about it . Face still buried . Head still hurts horribly .
though ... silently appreciating the hum .
It didn't take long for the trainer to be smothered by the larger man again , though he didn't seem to mind . Even letting out a gentle hum .
〝 I . . . I don't know . I just — I don't know . 〞
〝 Mmm . . . I'm sorry . I'm here now , you can relax . 〞 His voice reduced to a whisper , fingers carefully glided across Lysandre's back .
Aiming to provide some comfort , it seems .
〝 Oh — .ᐟ 〞
Arms coil around Lysandre's frame , thankfully already comfortable enough that he only required minimal shifting to accommodate .
〝 Hi there 𝀈 . 〞