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     He couldn’t help but return the grin aimed at him. Warmth filling him at the simple action. Though his smile wavered as the ginger man prodded at his bruised flesh. Becoming a little strained as his attention was returned to the injury. He knew he shouldn’t fret. After all, this was something Sami dealt with for a living. But the knowledge did little to alleviate his worries. If anything it just left him worrying for the man all the more.

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     “ I’ll uh, I’ll just go and grab that ice pack real quick. ” 

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            He’d been perfectly content just sitting there, waiting for Tom to get back with his treatment, and before he sat down, he’d put on a shirt, fix his hair, and took off his wrist tape that gotten banged up from the match       just to look less messy. Upon seeing him in his peripheral, he turned, eyes glimmering.       “Ah! Thank you!”      he beamed, standing and taking the ice pack.      “Hopefully it’ll clear the black eye up for good and I’ll stop getting so many stares, right?”      Was the smile on his lips one of childish excitement, or of enthusiastic intent? The discrepancy hardly mattered. He was grateful for the help and he wished that he could repay him but he came short for any ideas.

(Source: inzaynityy)