the accident prone

[neck.livejournal.com]

[is sitting in a nice big chair in the living room, holding a notebook and a pencil. his wrist wrapped in some bandages and, try as he might, he's having an awkward time of trying to write, fumbling with the pencil. he finally gets a good grip on it and winces - he just can't win]

Too bad I'm not right-handed.

[sighs, and tries again]

Comments

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't be a problem if you weren't hurt. What happened?

[he's trying to not sound too worried, because that would come off as obnoxious (or at least in his mind) but...]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[was focusing so hard, but there goes his grip, pencil escaping and rolling away]

Ah, I just fell. I don't think it's too bad.

[doesn't wanna worry poor Roxas]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[sighs, picking up the pencil and setting it somewhere that isn't the floor]

You should be more careful. Let me see.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[looks down at the notebook, frowning]

I was trying to be.

[tugs at the bandages, doing his best to not show any discomfort]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Come on.

[holds out his hand, determined to make the other show him the injury]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[very reluctantly sets his wrist on Roxas' hand, still looking down]

It's really not that bad.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[tries to be careful]

It's not broken, but I'm sure it hurts to move it right?

[neck.livejournal.com]

...Just a bit.

[d-doesn't want to worry Roxas]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

You should get some ice on it if it hurts.

[neck.livejournal.com]

I guess so. It's actually a bit better than yesterday.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Let's go get you some ice regardless.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Will you worry less then?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

No, but it will make me feel a bit better.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Okay then, let's get that ice.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[holds onto the other's uninjured hand, leading them off to the kitchen]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[gives Roxas' hand a little squeeze, following along]

Sorry to worry you more.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[heads into the kitchen, fishing for a bag to put ice in]

Nothing to apologize for.

[neck.livejournal.com]

You worry more than enough when I'm not hurt.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Well I have reason for that, yeah? This little extra bit won't kill me.

[moves over to gently press the ice pack he's made onto the other's hand]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[bites down a little noise because geez that's cold]

I know, but I don't want to be some burden.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

You're not, don't worry.

[kisses his forehead for good measure]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[one-armed hug for Roxas]

Good. I'd have to fix it if I was.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

As long as you're okay, I'll be okay. But don't pretend to be okay when you're not, or I'll worry more.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[kisses his cheek]

As long as you believe me when I say I'm alright.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Deal.

[kisses his cheeks as well, then his jaw, and then he finally is kissing Sora's lips softly]