[she notices, but she doesn't comment, doesn't react outside of a tiny twist in her gut -- at that, and at the still-too-broken state of his face as a whole. passes a box over, chopsticks and a plastic fork on top -- carol didn't know which would be easier, with the broken arm and the clumsy, scarred hand.
her own food sorted, she sits back, hesitates a second before gently dropping a hand on top of his head. it's not ruffling, or brushing the hair back, or anything she might usually (rarely, sparingly) try to do, it's just. that.]
You feeling okay, butthead?
[the last part is because she feels a little awkward, now, wants to try and change tack back to casual. smooth moves, danvers.]
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her own food sorted, she sits back, hesitates a second before gently dropping a hand on top of his head. it's not ruffling, or brushing the hair back, or anything she might usually (rarely, sparingly) try to do, it's just. that.]
You feeling okay, butthead?
[the last part is because she feels a little awkward, now, wants to try and change tack back to casual. smooth moves, danvers.]