Huh? Yeah I'm aight. Jus'... [His gaze strays over to the discarded hoodie on the floor.] Jus' kinda wiped out is all. Ain't no biggie.
[He doesn't look to be hurt by the fall, but it's also easy to see most of where he had gotten hurt that night. The bruising around his neck and collarbone from when Eustace had tried to choke him had mostly subsided, and the wound on his arm from the bite seemed to be healing albeit slowly if the scabbing was any indication of that. Any other stray scratches and bruises seemed to have mostly healed since.]
Sorry, I kinda been MIA. Thought about checkin' up on ya too, but...
[But I felt like shit that I wasn't able to help out more? But I didn't know what to say to you after everything that happened? There were so many many ways he could finish that sentence, but none of them felt right. Each one of them felt like an excuse for not reaching out earlier.]
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[He doesn't look to be hurt by the fall, but it's also easy to see most of where he had gotten hurt that night. The bruising around his neck and collarbone from when Eustace had tried to choke him had mostly subsided, and the wound on his arm from the bite seemed to be healing albeit slowly if the scabbing was any indication of that. Any other stray scratches and bruises seemed to have mostly healed since.]
Sorry, I kinda been MIA. Thought about checkin' up on ya too, but...
[But I felt like shit that I wasn't able to help out more? But I didn't know what to say to you after everything that happened? There were so many many ways he could finish that sentence, but none of them felt right. Each one of them felt like an excuse for not reaching out earlier.]
How you been doin'?