He puts a finger to his lip.
“Hm..”
Most of the time, if he fell during his training era, the cadets around didn’t really seem to notice him.
Nowadays, if he’s picked on, it’s by friends, and affectionate.
“…you’re…right.” he says, tilting his head.
“I…tend to worry a lot.
[ scooping him up rather easily, she gives him a second to stabilize himself before letting go. shrugging. ]
you eventually start to realize that lost people are only concerned with themselves. and that is liberating.
A little smile lines his cheeks, and pink dots across his face.
Taking her hand, he’s helped off the floor, a little wobbly like a newborn bird.
“O—Oh. That…is comforting.” he says. His bangs are damp and dripping past his eyes.
“..t-thank you..” he nods.
… oh no it’s okay. [ reaching a hand out for him. ]
one time i spent all day carrying crates in the rain and i specifically told my crew to be careful only to fall face flat into the mud after we finished unloading everything. and im still around.
Face, slowly peeking up from the puddle and dripping,
��To have fallen and died…would be…less embarrassing…
…than having to explain what happened…in front of the others…” 😞🧎🏼♀️
“Oouuh.” his arms reach above him, stretching out before he curls underneath his covers.
“Good night, everyone.”
dimming a nearby light, he turns over and shuts his eyes 🌙