[a numb flinch, and that hand curls underneath Sakamoto's]
[stitches have busted open in his hand, and that arm will need seeing to, but he can't seem to make himself care; not about his wounds or Sakamoto's -- he still wants to punch and fight and bite, something that will kick back (someone that will writhe with the same fucked-up hate, and Worick's face smiles in his mind's eye)]
[it makes him feel afraid (he is always so fucking afraid, but this is something even worse, isn't it)]
[he says nothing (because for how long sounds too fucking honest, and if nothing else, he's learning his lessons about being honest with people, and where exactly it gets you)]
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[stitches have busted open in his hand, and that arm will need seeing to, but he can't seem to make himself care; not about his wounds or Sakamoto's -- he still wants to punch and fight and bite, something that will kick back (someone that will writhe with the same fucked-up hate, and Worick's face smiles in his mind's eye)]
[it makes him feel afraid (he is always so fucking afraid, but this is something even worse, isn't it)]
[he says nothing (because for how long sounds too fucking honest, and if nothing else, he's learning his lessons about being honest with people, and where exactly it gets you)]