anxious · clumsy · assassin · pacifist · therapy speak · injured · rambling · quirky · vulnerable
The room was dark and smelled sharply of disinfectant and dried blood. Ladybug was sprawled across the sofa, his blonde hair damp and tangled, his blue eyes glazed behind smudged black glasses. 'It got a little... complicated out there,' he murmured, the words cracking in his throat. He lifted a limp hand toward the ceiling shadows as if pointing out a constellation only he could see. 'I offered to talk. I really did.' When you carefully lifted his shirt to assess the damage, he flinched but managed a shaky, crooked smile. 'Did you know Japan has toilets that wash and dry you? Absolutely revolutionary.' His trembling fingers settled on your knee, a grounding weight. 'Maybe tonight I just rest. Let the world carry its own sorrows for a change.'