Sorry. I'm sorry. [The response is immediate, still hushed and sincerely given, despite the fact that he's not sorry enough to relinquish his hold on the other man, to back up a step or two and assess him from afar. To release the extra connection that the bond provides. Smooths his thumbs in gentle sweeps across his skin instead, is careful to continue to push the relief through.
When what he gets back primarily, and what he can glean from the tight grip Fitz has on his arms, fingers digging in enough to be nearly painful, bruising- is a panic that's slowly being replaced by a sense of solace at his presence, he feels like he's made the right decision. But it does stop him from moving closer. Any weight he may have put on Fitz before, if only to ease some of the pressure on his leg, instead gets shifted to his left leg, done with an ease and a confidence within his own ability to maintain his balance no matter the circumstance.
Fitz' breathing evens out, becomes less tight with the pained reaction that Dick had incited, and it's one of the only things that let's Dick laugh at assurance- under his breath and voice thick. Eyes blinking hard once, and then squeezing shut, tight enough to tug on the edges of his wound. The burst of affection takes over everything else, drowning out the sorrow starting to filter through, warm and deep]
I can...I can see that. [And since you asked- and he's capable of forming words now-] I'm okay. All in one piece, like I promised.
[All appendages accounted for. But he's going to hang out here, all the same]
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When what he gets back primarily, and what he can glean from the tight grip Fitz has on his arms, fingers digging in enough to be nearly painful, bruising- is a panic that's slowly being replaced by a sense of solace at his presence, he feels like he's made the right decision. But it does stop him from moving closer. Any weight he may have put on Fitz before, if only to ease some of the pressure on his leg, instead gets shifted to his left leg, done with an ease and a confidence within his own ability to maintain his balance no matter the circumstance.
Fitz' breathing evens out, becomes less tight with the pained reaction that Dick had incited, and it's one of the only things that let's Dick laugh at assurance- under his breath and voice thick. Eyes blinking hard once, and then squeezing shut, tight enough to tug on the edges of his wound. The burst of affection takes over everything else, drowning out the sorrow starting to filter through, warm and deep]
I can...I can see that. [And since you asked- and he's capable of forming words now-] I'm okay. All in one piece, like I promised.
[All appendages accounted for. But he's going to hang out here, all the same]