19. a wound
It is quite strange, as of late, the boy has been hiding things from faer. Where he has been going out late at night, far past acceptable curfew hours. One could consider the two friends, or at least acquainted, and as his appointed roommate Kaworu should be expected to know such things. And yet ignorance rears its ugly head yet again, at the most troubling of times. This particular evening, however, is different.
Fae has remained awake through acceptable resting hours, alert and waiting for the boy to return to the dorm. Waiting, waiting, without end… Until the knob turns round and the door glides open with a subtle creak. And there is Shinji, sunken eyes and pale complexion, plainly exhausted.
“Are you quite alright?” asks the student, concern evident in faer tone. The boy simply smiles, claims he is fine, to not worry faerself over it. Yet, fae presses further, notably as he draws up his shirt.
Florid eyes stretch, wide as crinkled tin on the moon.