𝑰'𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹.ᐟ

he knew the name he should've responded with his typical name, but he didn't. “ declan. ” he responds, scratching at the back of his neck before fingers drift over his features with caution to assess damage.

finally releasing the stranger's hand after a wave of nausea subsides. “ i'll have to look forward to that, then. ” he murmurs, sigh on his lips. “ i didn't catch your name. ”

“ i think so, or .. i will be. ” he didn't plan on elaborating further, it wasn't something to brag about. he handled the situation already. “ it doesn't look that bad, does it? ”

cautiously taking the hand and squeezing. it seemed like the only logical answer for his predicament. his other hand goes to his head, as if that would help his eyes focus faster. “ apologies. ”

“ just .. dizzy. ” he admits, wiping away the remainder of blood with a crimson tissue. it seemed to have stopped, for now. “ i didn't —— realize how bad it was. ”

he didn't think it was that big of a deal. when you get hit in the face, it tends to produce a lot of blood. the mess was just par for the course. at least the damage wasn't noticeable —— yet.

blinking up from the growing spot of blood on the floor, taking the offered tissues and holding them up to his nose. a quiet ' thank you ' is murmured.

trying to ignore that his nose is profusely bleeding.

are you done ?

yeah, sure mate.