Crozier knows what he’s feeling for, a bump where it shouldn’t be, a raised or depressed area where his ribs have fractured again. He covers Rama’s hand quickly and shakes his head, wanting to get as far away from that line of thought as possible. “No, nothing’s broken. I wouldn’t be able to move at all if that were the case, I promise you.”
He tries to ease that concerned look in his eyes with a slow nod; he promises, nothing is broken. He wouldn’t try to hide that from Rama.
He inhales softly, partially because he’d been holding his breath as Rama touched his chest, but mostly just to prove that he can still. It doesn’t ache, at least not terribly. “It feels like I overworked myself yesterday.”
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Date: 2024-07-11 03:29 pm (UTC)Crozier knows what he’s feeling for, a bump where it shouldn’t be, a raised or depressed area where his ribs have fractured again. He covers Rama’s hand quickly and shakes his head, wanting to get as far away from that line of thought as possible. “No, nothing’s broken. I wouldn’t be able to move at all if that were the case, I promise you.”
He tries to ease that concerned look in his eyes with a slow nod; he promises, nothing is broken. He wouldn’t try to hide that from Rama.
He inhales softly, partially because he’d been holding his breath as Rama touched his chest, but mostly just to prove that he can still. It doesn’t ache, at least not terribly. “It feels like I overworked myself yesterday.”