[The dorm was quiet, eerily so considering the company occupying the spare room, and it was the knowledge that Vincent was still there that had Kit curiously glancing in the direction of that door. He didn't expect to find it ajar, especially not after the way he'd heard it slam earlier, as if threatening to break it off its very hinges, and curiosity got the better of him. Temporarily abandoning his quest to procure an ice pack from the kitchen, Kit instead started across the living area and peeked through the tiny open space between the door and its frame.
He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but it certainly wasn't such a peaceful-looking sleeping figure. Looking at Vincent there, one wouldn't know he'd struck him and tried to strangle him just a few hours ago. He seemed almost...gentle. And even sweet.
He also looked faintly cold, curled up tightly into a ball with that sweater wrapped so close around him. Kit knew that he should just leave the other teen alone, that after everything that had transpired between them, he didn't owe Vincent a thing, and yet...he felt a curious compulsion just looking at him. More importantly, he'd gotten away with being around his sleeping guest once...no, twice before without dire consequences. Surely this time would be no different? It was like a challenge.
Fetching the throw blanket off the back of the couch, he proceeded to enter the spare bedroom as quietly as he could, bare feet almost soundless on the carpeted floor. His hands were steady as he laid the blanket carefully over Vincent's form...but glimpsing the gash upon the other boy's forehead again, he found himself leaning a little closer as if to brush it with his fingertips...]
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He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but it certainly wasn't such a peaceful-looking sleeping figure. Looking at Vincent there, one wouldn't know he'd struck him and tried to strangle him just a few hours ago. He seemed almost...gentle. And even sweet.
He also looked faintly cold, curled up tightly into a ball with that sweater wrapped so close around him. Kit knew that he should just leave the other teen alone, that after everything that had transpired between them, he didn't owe Vincent a thing, and yet...he felt a curious compulsion just looking at him. More importantly, he'd gotten away with being around his sleeping guest once...no, twice before without dire consequences. Surely this time would be no different? It was like a challenge.
Fetching the throw blanket off the back of the couch, he proceeded to enter the spare bedroom as quietly as he could, bare feet almost soundless on the carpeted floor. His hands were steady as he laid the blanket carefully over Vincent's form...but glimpsing the gash upon the other boy's forehead again, he found himself leaning a little closer as if to brush it with his fingertips...]