[ Red watches the ball leave and fall back into Green's hand, the ease that he does it with. It's a small relief, a little something more than how it'd come to him when he'd first seen Green coming out from medical. Red makes a sound, lips pressed together as he nods his head. ]
Good... [ His eyes shut and his head tips. He means it, though there simplicity of it all - Green's action, his words, no frustration - that doesn't leave him satisfied for more than the moment over the news. He wants to ask him why. Why did this happen? What happened?, but it's out of an impulse for an answer that will never be good enough. (There can't be. There's no reason for torture like this.)
But he wants more all the same, and from Green, too. His thumbs press in harder into his legs, holding back on bursting out in an anger like he wants to, and his eyes flicker open to the sight of the red and white ball once more. ]
They could've killed you. [ It's a low voice, but it's not a whisper. He's keeping it level, somehow, for now. ] Aren't you going to say anything?
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Good... [ His eyes shut and his head tips. He means it, though there simplicity of it all - Green's action, his words, no frustration - that doesn't leave him satisfied for more than the moment over the news. He wants to ask him why. Why did this happen? What happened?, but it's out of an impulse for an answer that will never be good enough. (There can't be. There's no reason for torture like this.)
But he wants more all the same, and from Green, too. His thumbs press in harder into his legs, holding back on bursting out in an anger like he wants to, and his eyes flicker open to the sight of the red and white ball once more. ]
They could've killed you. [ It's a low voice, but it's not a whisper. He's keeping it level, somehow, for now. ] Aren't you going to say anything?