Bridge looked up at them, silently willing them to leave. He put a soft hand up to this side of Scipio's face, wishing with all his might he could feel at least a little better.
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
The guards eventually left and Scipio held his face in his hands. "It hurts… s-so much…" He mumbled again. His muscles screamed at him from when he'd been roughly restrained, and his neck was in agony. Not to mention, he had a splitting migraine. "M-Make it stop… please…"
"I…I don't think I can," Bridge told him in worry, shifting a little so one arm was around Scipio, and his other hand was on the side of his face. "I can…I can try."
Scipio was breathing heavily as he leaned against Bridge. He was still shaking uncontrollably. At least the guards had left them alone.
((I feel like you had an idea for where this would go))
Bridge let Scipio lean on him, sighing softly and running a gently thumb down Scipio's cheek.
(You see, I never have any idea what I'm doing XD)
Scipio coughed a bit, watching out the door. "I don't want them to come back…"
((Actually me though lol))
"They won't…not for a while," He reassured, pretty sure what he was saying was true.
"They'll hurt you again…" He coughed harder, holding his chest. "And that hurts everyone involved."
"They won't…they won't come." Bridge didn't want it to go silent again, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. "I'm sorry."
"No…" Scipio said quietly. "You shouldn't be…"
"But if I hadn't gone with them…" Bridge trailed off, subconsciously leaning a little closer to Scipio.
"Like I said before, they'd have dragged you away by force. There wasn't anything you could do."
"Oh." Bridge pressed his lips together, not knowing what he could do to make Scipio feel at least a little bit better.
Scipio patted Bridge's head again tiredly. "Don't be sad for someone like me… save your worries for someone better." He smiled softly.
"There is…there is no one better." Bridge tilted his head at Scipio. "You…you don't hate me. You like me."
"I do, but you deserve someone who won't put you in danger like this. Someone who hasn't done bad things."
Bridge shook his head a little. "You haven't done anything bad to me. You've…you did good things to me."
"Maybe not to you, but to others. I've… I've done many bad things…" He looked away quietly.
"I know…I know you have." Bridge considered what to say. "But I like you. I…I want to stay."
"Why do you like me?" Scipio glanced over at Bridge, a faint blush appearing on his face.
Bridge was a little surprised by the question, but answered it anyway. "A…a lot of things. You protect me. You're…you're pretty. I like your accent."
"But my personality… How the hell do you get past the fact that I've killed an amount of people even I haven't cared to count?"
Bridge looked to the ground for a moment, and then back to Scipio. "I…I guess I don't think I really care. You were good to me."
Scipio fell silent, blushing harder and turning away a bit to hide it.
He smiled a little bit, surprised and a little happy he was the reason Scipio now blushed so much. "You're blushing again."
"N-No, I'm not…" He turned his head more. Damn this boy…
"Yes you are. You're…you're stuttering too."
Scipio shook his head to avoid speaking and crossed his arms.
Bridge giggled a little, finding Scipio's reactions this amusing. He clearly had never dealt with any of this before.
"I… d-don't laugh at me!" Scipio huffed, avoiding eye contact as usual.