[ If he'd been spooked before, the spectacle that the stranger makes - had his nose just... regenerated? - doesn't help matters much.
Rin has never dealt with negative emotions well. He knots them into something amorphous and infinitely worse than their initial form, exacerbating the problem until he's managed to dig himself to deep. Now, a stranger's blood on his forehead, dripping down the bridge of his nose -- (the blood reminding him of his own dark eyes looking up at him, quiet, too quiet) -- and Rin drags in a sharp breath, stepping back and then back again. The wall is cold at his back. Grounding.
That's what has him pulling the mess of his thoughts to shreds, taking moment after moment to think his way through his. If this was an enemy - like the assholes with the tentacles or the doctors or whatever else this hellhole has to throw at him - he wouldn't be wearing the same paper-thin gown, wouldn't be standing there glaring. Rin squares his shoulders, sets his expression, visibly regains his equilibrium. ]
Sorry. [ An apology reluctantly given, though it's not insincere. ] This place is kind of -- well. Things pop out. I thought you were one of them.
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Rin has never dealt with negative emotions well. He knots them into something amorphous and infinitely worse than their initial form, exacerbating the problem until he's managed to dig himself to deep. Now, a stranger's blood on his forehead, dripping down the bridge of his nose -- (the blood reminding him of his own dark eyes looking up at him, quiet, too quiet) -- and Rin drags in a sharp breath, stepping back and then back again. The wall is cold at his back. Grounding.
That's what has him pulling the mess of his thoughts to shreds, taking moment after moment to think his way through his. If this was an enemy - like the assholes with the tentacles or the doctors or whatever else this hellhole has to throw at him - he wouldn't be wearing the same paper-thin gown, wouldn't be standing there glaring. Rin squares his shoulders, sets his expression, visibly regains his equilibrium. ]
Sorry. [ An apology reluctantly given, though it's not insincere. ] This place is kind of -- well. Things pop out. I thought you were one of them.