@lord-of-the-carnival group
Knight doesn't jump or startle or look even remotely surprised. One might say he looked concerned.
He reaches over and rests a comforting hand on the man's shoulder.
"Calm down."
Knight doesn't jump or startle or look even remotely surprised. One might say he looked concerned.
He reaches over and rests a comforting hand on the man's shoulder.
"Calm down."
Derik looks at him, panting heavily. His body trembled and fear glazed his eyes. He took a long while to compose himself enough to mutter, “Sorry…” and lay back down. Derik decided to hide his face in the covers, trying to hide his tears.
In all honesty, Derik couldn’t remember anything from the night before. All he remembered was a burning sensation in his chest. That was it. He looks down at his arms and furrows his eyebrows, confused.
Knight shakes his head slightly, rubbing Derik's back.
"For what?" he asks.
Derik sighs, “For bothering you…just- I don’t know, go back to whatever you were doing…don’t mind me…”
"I wasn't doing anything." Knight counters.
Derik thinks for a moment, then just gives up, picking at the bandages.
Knight takes the hand that's picking and holds it, his eyes narrowed.
Derik flinches slightly, looking at Knight. “What’s up with you? What happened?”
"Well, I pu those bandages there since you were scratching your arms like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. You were also crying. I had to knock you out so you could start to breathe and actually calm down." Knight explains, conveniently leaving out the part where he'd held Derik while he'd sobbed.
Derik blinks, “Oh-“ His face goes red, “Shit- sorry…”
Knight shrugs.
"It's fine. Trust me, I've seen worse." he consoles.
Derik shudders, falling silent. Guilt and embarrassment flooded his mind, his cheeks growing redder.
Knight sighs.
"Stop that." he says bluntly.
Derik looks away, reaching for a bandage.
Knight grabs that hand as well, holding them gently but firmly.
"Quit feeling shitty. You didn't hurt me, you didn't upset me, nobody died or exploded. It's okay." he says.
Derik bites his lip, dead silent. This almost seemed unnatural for himself.
"Oi. You alive?" Knight asks.
Derik sighs, fighting any and all urges to say anything.
"I'll continue asking until you tell me, you know. Or I could pull out the defibrillators. That would bake you pretty quick if you were alive." Knight says casually.
Derik grumbles, “Go ahead…” he mutters.
Knight chuckles. "At least I know you're alive now."
He lifts Derik up. "C'mon. Let's go."
Derik pulls away. Or at least…tries to. “Go where?”
"Out. To a park. Or a lake. Hijack a fast car or whatever. I don't care. We just need to get you out of this mental state as quick as possible, because I swear I will crack you like a glowstick if you continue to be depressed. Ruins the atmosphere." Knight snorts.
Derik huffs a soft laugh, nodding. “Mk…”
Knight nods, letting go of Derik.
"You need anything to change into?" he asks.
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