I'm not the one who risked his life to comfort someone else. [He arches a pale brow, curious at the offer. It would be nice to feel...full. And not sick. He is tired of feeling that aching sickness in the pit of his stomach.] I don't want to risk you or Sketto. I can make it to the Station.
[With an apologetic glance, he takes off his robe, revealing his hastily mended and stained Whites underneath. The fabric has been washed, but blood isn't easy to get out.]
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[With an apologetic glance, he takes off his robe, revealing his hastily mended and stained Whites underneath. The fabric has been washed, but blood isn't easy to get out.]