[Gokudera is more prone to lingering on his missteps. In this case, watching as Yamamoto is reflecting so much and the apology makes the bomber think his friend is spending too much time on this. It's not that bad, not something he should be kicking himself over.
But hearing that he'd not wanted Gokudera to hear that, that he'd hoped Gokudera had not noticed something like an injury when he is the only family that the bomber has... it's infuriating. Gokudera takes a steadying breath and approaches. He looks Yamamoto over and glares while soaking the gauze.]
Oh yeah? Well, I'd worry regardless.
[Gokudera's nice and close, lifts Yamamoto's arm out of the way and places the gauze to clean the wound, gently dabbing at it despite the way his anger makes him want to press hard and punish.]
Fucking idiot... You know I want to help, and you know that I care... so if it could get worse or anything, don't you think I'd want to know? [Gokudera looks up, going to make eye contact, but his gaze pauses on the other boy's chest. He doesn't have the same scar... of course he wouldn't. This is a younger Yamamoto. He reaches and brushes a hand up where he'd known that scar had been. Memory serves it had been from a fatal wound, and he seems a bit lost in thought as his hand keeps gently pressing the wet gauze.]
If the same thing happened to me, wouldn't you want me to tell you?
[And he looks up finally, blinking his focus back and dropping his hand. Gokudera sighs and looks at the wound, pulls the gauze back and puts his right hand over it while activating his sun flames. Those seem to be the flames of the day... ugh, how exhausting.]
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But hearing that he'd not wanted Gokudera to hear that, that he'd hoped Gokudera had not noticed something like an injury when he is the only family that the bomber has... it's infuriating. Gokudera takes a steadying breath and approaches. He looks Yamamoto over and glares while soaking the gauze.]
Oh yeah? Well, I'd worry regardless.
[Gokudera's nice and close, lifts Yamamoto's arm out of the way and places the gauze to clean the wound, gently dabbing at it despite the way his anger makes him want to press hard and punish.]
Fucking idiot... You know I want to help, and you know that I care... so if it could get worse or anything, don't you think I'd want to know? [Gokudera looks up, going to make eye contact, but his gaze pauses on the other boy's chest. He doesn't have the same scar... of course he wouldn't. This is a younger Yamamoto. He reaches and brushes a hand up where he'd known that scar had been. Memory serves it had been from a fatal wound, and he seems a bit lost in thought as his hand keeps gently pressing the wet gauze.]
If the same thing happened to me, wouldn't you want me to tell you?
[And he looks up finally, blinking his focus back and dropping his hand. Gokudera sighs and looks at the wound, pulls the gauze back and puts his right hand over it while activating his sun flames. Those seem to be the flames of the day... ugh, how exhausting.]