[ no. no that won't help him, but all the same, agron sort of wants to be coddled. he can't even remember the last time he was coddled—or if he even was in his entire life. but, he feels that maybe he deserves it a little bit now.
except it would probably just irritate him even more if nasir did it at all.
so he says nothing, just draws his lips into a slight scowl and turns his head away. it's not that he wants to argue with nasir now that he's back, in fact, he wants to do the opposite. except when nasir begins to clean the nail wound, a sharp breath is drawn and he wants to ball his hand into a fist, jerk his arm away, something. but he can't. ]
Fuck.
[ agron's eyes close and his breathing is a bit unsteady. when he speaks, his voice is strained and breathless. ]
Apologies. It had not been intended to imply you are not worth living for—you are more than enough.
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except it would probably just irritate him even more if nasir did it at all.
so he says nothing, just draws his lips into a slight scowl and turns his head away. it's not that he wants to argue with nasir now that he's back, in fact, he wants to do the opposite. except when nasir begins to clean the nail wound, a sharp breath is drawn and he wants to ball his hand into a fist, jerk his arm away, something. but he can't. ]
Fuck.
[ agron's eyes close and his breathing is a bit unsteady. when he speaks, his voice is strained and breathless. ]
Apologies. It had not been intended to imply you are not worth living for—you are more than enough.