[ Liem's brow furrows, and Matt realizes with a sinking feeling that he's said the wrong thing. He frowns as Liem takes his hand in both of his. Not because the contact is unwelcome--on the contrary. Matt can't help imagining how nice it would've felt that night in Kowloon, if anyone had taken his injured hand with such a cool, gentle touch.
Still: ]
It's not like that, [ he protests, bristling a little for the word prey. ] And I'm not unwell. I just helped you, didn't I?
[ I'm not a child, he wants to insist, except that even in his head, nothing in the world sounds more childish. Though even if he were a child, it's not like they aren't staffed up with teen soldiers around here. ]
no subject
Still: ]
It's not like that, [ he protests, bristling a little for the word prey. ] And I'm not unwell. I just helped you, didn't I?
[ I'm not a child, he wants to insist, except that even in his head, nothing in the world sounds more childish. Though even if he were a child, it's not like they aren't staffed up with teen soldiers around here. ]
I wanted a break, but I don't need one.