[Fenris's gaze rises a moment to glare, if only because he's trying, damn it, but it only lasts for a second before he gets back to work. It's not easy to talk about. It's not easy to recite and risk reliving all over again, and while there wasn't a whole lot to those flashes that he hadn't already been aware of it was still like a rock to the head to think about.]
You didn't do anything wrong. [Whether Rafe knows it or not, Fenris doesn't want to come off as if he's accusing him of anything.] I just...remembered things from when I was younger. While you and I were...
[Another irritated sigh as he uses the last bit of shirt to fully wrap Rafe's wound, looking it over to make sure it won't come loose.]
...When I attacked you I — all I could see was Danarius's face hovering over me. It was almost as if I was a scared teenager again.
[When he's sure the bandage work won't come off Fenris sits back on the bedding, turning a bit and lowering his head, unable to look at Rafe after admitting such a thing.]
cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
You didn't do anything wrong. [Whether Rafe knows it or not, Fenris doesn't want to come off as if he's accusing him of anything.] I just...remembered things from when I was younger. While you and I were...
[Another irritated sigh as he uses the last bit of shirt to fully wrap Rafe's wound, looking it over to make sure it won't come loose.]
...When I attacked you I — all I could see was Danarius's face hovering over me. It was almost as if I was a scared teenager again.
[When he's sure the bandage work won't come off Fenris sits back on the bedding, turning a bit and lowering his head, unable to look at Rafe after admitting such a thing.]