[he doesn't argue her, but he doesn't agree either. he just hangs his head, looking appropriately shaken and wounded by the scene he's just witnessed.
whether he regrets his decision or not, he already knows that he's ruined himself further by doing it. he's heard those same words a thousand times since that night. he'd never been allowed to live it down.
scooting around Syeira, he shoves the door closed.
and when he steps back again, he suddenly looks a little confused... and begins to pull the bandages off of his mouth. he winces like the effort is causing him pain, but the skin underneath looks unharmed--no bruising, no burns or scars across his lips.]
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whether he regrets his decision or not, he already knows that he's ruined himself further by doing it. he's heard those same words a thousand times since that night. he'd never been allowed to live it down.
scooting around Syeira, he shoves the door closed.
and when he steps back again, he suddenly looks a little confused... and begins to pull the bandages off of his mouth. he winces like the effort is causing him pain, but the skin underneath looks unharmed--no bruising, no burns or scars across his lips.]