[ It's not a conscious reaction. The unfamiliar, pronounced scarring across Kyle's face shocks Rhy so thoroughly, the next words of comfort he'd been about to offer die in his throat. He recoils with an audible gasp-- horrified at first, then almost instantly turning to concern, edging on fear. Not of Kyle, but for him. ]
Saints, Kyle! What happened? Are you hurt? Please, look at me.
[ He doesn't even take the time to feel guilty about his involuntary reaction. It's only a moment later Rhy is reaching for Kyle, leaning down to try to get a better look. ]
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Saints, Kyle! What happened? Are you hurt? Please, look at me.
[ He doesn't even take the time to feel guilty about his involuntary reaction. It's only a moment later Rhy is reaching for Kyle, leaning down to try to get a better look. ]