The water ran across skin in rivulets and the soft sound of the drops falling cut through the grunts and burning. The drow’s eyes showed more than he wanted to, brimming with guilt, worry, care no matter how hard he tried to hide it; it had been too long since he had to hide everything against Caleb. The bath grew pink, diluted the more he cleaned, and the red worked itself like poppies into the woven fabric of the washcloth.
They had to hurt, this tangled mass of carved words and charred skin, even if he knew it wasn’t the first time Caleb had suffered through this. He looked to the old scars, the satisfaction of how he had last seen Trent the only thing bringing him comfort.
“I am sorry I was not there to help you,” he muttered, wring out the cloth and trying to wipe the shallow one on his face. His eyes looked to Caleb’s, an open book for him to page through. “And I am sorry that I cannot do more now.”
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The water ran across skin in rivulets and the soft sound of the drops falling cut through the grunts and burning. The drow’s eyes showed more than he wanted to, brimming with guilt, worry, care no matter how hard he tried to hide it; it had been too long since he had to hide everything against Caleb. The bath grew pink, diluted the more he cleaned, and the red worked itself like poppies into the woven fabric of the washcloth.
They had to hurt, this tangled mass of carved words and charred skin, even if he knew it wasn’t the first time Caleb had suffered through this. He looked to the old scars, the satisfaction of how he had last seen Trent the only thing bringing him comfort.
“I am sorry I was not there to help you,” he muttered, wring out the cloth and trying to wipe the shallow one on his face. His eyes looked to Caleb’s, an open book for him to page through. “And I am sorry that I cannot do more now.”