[ The reminder has his gaze going back to his hands. The flesh is mostly back to a normal color now, at least, and the moss or mold or whatever had grown from his wounds are gone. So are the mouths. Although just the memory of them breaking open on his skin has him slamming his eyes shut again and shuddering in horror.
Another few deep breaths, trying to calm his pulse again, he opens his eyes to see he's still gripping Claude's shirt in a white-knuckled grip. Making a face, he forces his fingers loose, freeing the hold, wincing when it pulls at scraped knuckles. ]
Sorry. Didn't realize I was still... [ He trails off, because he knows that's a stupid thing to apologize for when they're both covered in blood and worse already. He can't make them much worse at this point. ] Yeah, okay. That would probably help. Thanks.
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Another few deep breaths, trying to calm his pulse again, he opens his eyes to see he's still gripping Claude's shirt in a white-knuckled grip. Making a face, he forces his fingers loose, freeing the hold, wincing when it pulls at scraped knuckles. ]
Sorry. Didn't realize I was still... [ He trails off, because he knows that's a stupid thing to apologize for when they're both covered in blood and worse already. He can't make them much worse at this point. ] Yeah, okay. That would probably help. Thanks.