[Zack lifts a hand to smear it over his chin, glancing down to find the red flakes of dried blood on his palm. He'd known he had bled, could taste it in his mouth, but he didn't realize he'd done it enough for some to seep out. Shit.]
...No. 'm okay. [Aerith might be able to coax it out of him too, but truthfully (ha ha) he just hadn't wanted to blurt everything out while this whole truth thing was going on. He'd wanted to at least control the narrative somewhat.
...Saying he's fine isn't going to cut it, now. But at least he knows he can say it. Maybe this thing's wearing off.]
Sorry. [He pats his hand against the blood on Cloud's shirt.] That was fucked up.
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...No. 'm okay. [Aerith might be able to coax it out of him too, but truthfully (ha ha) he just hadn't wanted to blurt everything out while this whole truth thing was going on. He'd wanted to at least control the narrative somewhat.
...Saying he's fine isn't going to cut it, now. But at least he knows he can say it. Maybe this thing's wearing off.]
Sorry. [He pats his hand against the blood on Cloud's shirt.] That was fucked up.