.. do you need a hug .

( arms wide open ——— just in case .. )

no hoods for today . or at least his usual ones ——— hair tied back . facial mask hiding his half the visage .

furrowing of brows . partly wanted a break from it —— it can be suffocating at times . “ hardly . had to wash the hoods and shirts . ” shrug , digits busy stitching said hood .

" it still can hold itself together . i don't see a reason to change it . " distracted , needle contacts flesh . ichor pricks dripping down digit . oh .

curt nod . hood hung over shoulder , withdrawing wounded skin to inspect . it was nothing grave that would hinder him . a light prick , he'd had worse . " i'll have it treated , don't worry . "

right . pulling down fabric covering his lips , tongue grazed small wound . taste of iron around flat , irises focused on digit . " or not . it is just a nick . no need for bandaids , an . " irises averted to the latter .