[while it was unpleasant to have been found out at all, Vincent can at least be thankful that it happened by the time he'd managed to lower himself onto the ground. being caught in the middle of that careful navigation may have been too much for his ego to bear; as it was, he could accept staring up at his apparent host with his back gingerly leaning against the side of the bed.
he manages to catch the washcloth tossed at him, although not without cost. the reaction is slow and immediately regretted - without thinking he'd used the arm which had been so harshly bent and abused only hours before. there's no way he'll give the other boy the satisfaction of hearing him hiss, but the twinge on his face as his fingers close around the cloth is unmistakable.
when Kit approaches him with the sweater, however, he can't keep silent any longer. he looks up at him, expression caught somewhere between petulant and proud.]
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he manages to catch the washcloth tossed at him, although not without cost. the reaction is slow and immediately regretted - without thinking he'd used the arm which had been so harshly bent and abused only hours before. there's no way he'll give the other boy the satisfaction of hearing him hiss, but the twinge on his face as his fingers close around the cloth is unmistakable.
when Kit approaches him with the sweater, however, he can't keep silent any longer. he looks up at him, expression caught somewhere between petulant and proud.]
I don't need a nursemaid.