“It is fine. Guess it is good to be busy body.” Putting her burden down, she passed a cup of tea to him. “Feeling any better?”
He shrugged, but took the cup with a small murmured thanks.
“Not really.” He answered honestly. “…probably just need toime…” The cup warmed his fingers nicely, though he hadn’t taken a drink of the liquid yet.
-Isaac had to admit he did jump when he was suddenly confronted by both the breaking glass and Riley’s sudden outburst, his eyes going a little wide as he found himself shocked into staring at the Sniper. His gaze remained on Riley as the Sniper headed into the bathroom, and after just a moment of hesitation Isaac followed in after him.-
-Isaac was still a little unsure of the whole situation, so he continued to hold back. At least until Riley slid down onto the floor. Casting his gaze around for a moment the Pyro’s eyes rested on the first aid kit, and quietly he stepped inside the room to retrieve it before kneeling in front of the Sniper. Carefully he reached for Riley’s hand, a light frown lining his face as he saw the number of other cuts on Riley’s other hand.- Riley, you’ve… You’ve always made me happy… Just the fact that you understood and reciprocated my first ridiculous feelings made me happier than I’ve ever been… I couldn’t ask for anyone more wonderful than you..
-Sighing slightly Isaac set to work patching up Riley’s hand, though once he had finished the Pyro couldn’t stop himself from lightly tracing his thumb over the Sniper’s other cuts, the soft frown deepening a tiny bit as he did so. For a moment Isaac hesitated, before bringing Riley’s hand up to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.- I’m… I’m so sorry it was me that did this to you… -Unconsciously the Pyro’s grip tightened ever so slightly around the Sniper’s hand, Isaac’s gaze fixed firmly on the ground.- I don’t know how you’ve put up with me, especially after what I’ve done to you…
Riley watched silently as Isaac went about treating his injury with the greatest of care, mentally digesting everything the older man said. The gentle kiss reassured him that the expressed feelings were genuine, and he was reading them correctly.
He winced a little when the Pyro’s grip tightened. That hurt a little… “Isaac…Oi’m not wonderful.” He shook his head. “Oi never was, moight not ever be.”
His free hand came up as if to cup Isaac’s cheek, but hesitated. “…but…yeh’re not mad at me?”
Très bien! What is your favourite subject?
…er….subject? Oi’m not sure what yeh mean…
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU KISSING DAMN SPIES NOW?!
I CAN’T EVEN GET OVER YOU BANGING THE BLU PYRO
NOW THE DAMN BLU TRAITOR?!