kratos ✗ 002

[damnwashtubs]

Who: Kratos and Lloyd
Where: Espoir, Kratos' Cottage (back-dated to a few days after Lloyd's fight)
Style: First, is that okay, Nivi?
Status: Closed, but ping us if you want in?

Comments

[redcladidealist]

[Even with Kratos's healing, Lloyd had spent those first few days all but dead to the world. Even now he still tired too easily and his ribs hurt every time that he moved. As stealthy as he could be when he was well, right now... he wasn't. He was still in bed where Kratos left him and he had barely shifted position. He'd closed his eyes, too, but when the smell of chicken soup drifts through the air, he cracks them open again. He turns his head, giving Kratos a tired smile when he spots him standing there.]

Hey... That smells really good.

[damnwashtubs]

[ Kratos cracked a small smile and entered the room, careful not to spill the soup or let anyone on the floor from sloshing over the edge. There was a stiffness in the air - or perhaps that was silent relief? It was hard to distinguish. ]

You're awake. [ A casual observation as he moved to the nightstand to set the soup down with a spoon. ] Are you feeling any better?

[redcladidealist]

Yeah. A little, I guess. [So long as he doesn't move or breathe too deeply. His smile becomes somewhat lopsided and a little bit... less.] Guess I really screwed up.

[He reaches for the spoon, then realizes he's going to have a problem. Ugh, this is humiliating.]

Can you help me sit up?

[damnwashtubs]

[ Oh Lloyd, at least you admit it. While your ribs and bones may be bruised, your ego is probably the most damaged, huh?

He nods and steps over, gently curling an arm behind Lloyd lower back. His other goes around his son's shoulders, offering his own for Lloyd to support himself on. ]

I take it the pain hasn't dulled.