( If they will end up forgetting this encounter, Sunday hopes returning to reality will give him back his mask in full. It's in the past now and useless to dwell so much on what ifs, so Sunday lifts a portion of the folded towel over his jawline to wipe off traces of blood. He's meticulous, treating him as if he were a glass sculpture underneath pressure. At least, that's what his fists seem to be displaying. If Sunday can show him warmth, maybe he'll be able to relax. )
You can close your eyes if it helps.
( That way Sunday can slide the towel up towards what is exposed of the bridge of his nose, and across towards his cheekbone. The wounds themselves don't appear as deep as he thought. )
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It's in the past now and useless to dwell so much on what ifs, so Sunday lifts a portion of the folded towel over his jawline to wipe off traces of blood. He's meticulous, treating him as if he were a glass sculpture underneath pressure. At least, that's what his fists seem to be displaying. If Sunday can show him warmth, maybe he'll be able to relax. )
You can close your eyes if it helps.
( That way Sunday can slide the towel up towards what is exposed of the bridge of his nose, and across towards his cheekbone. The wounds themselves don't appear as deep as he thought. )