[ Something about Rin now makes him want to fold inwards, a magnetism he almost finds difficult to resist. It's instinctual to want to comfort him, like they've known each other for a longer piece of time than the space of a few days. He's not sure why, other than Rin's space is now a vacuum where before it was a bubble, and he feels pulled into it in a way he wants naturally to fill, like he always does with people he meets. He can't fill spaces with air or light or sound, because that's not how he is. He's coolness and grounding and constancy, the mirror to reflect light back, the wick of the candle; he doesn't really light the flame himself. He helps nurture it.
Yu wants to help Rin, despite what his mind is putting together here in slow but inexorable pieces. Rin's injury, the gloves, his quiet, the crater; it's all too strange, too indicative of a single answer that's horrible to contemplate. He knows it without having to be told, mostly because Rin's body is telling him. Rin's mouth is telling him without actually saying the words of admission. What would other people be saying in this situation? Different things; they'd be helping, worrying, reacting; but Rin is talking about swimming. Not about who could have done this, or why.
His glance moves to meet Rin's at the same time. Without a single beat of hesitancy, he nods. ]
Yeah. I'm not sure I'll be any match for you, but I don't mind a race.
[ He's not much of a swimmer, after all. As if Rin's arm won't be an issue at all.
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Yu wants to help Rin, despite what his mind is putting together here in slow but inexorable pieces. Rin's injury, the gloves, his quiet, the crater; it's all too strange, too indicative of a single answer that's horrible to contemplate. He knows it without having to be told, mostly because Rin's body is telling him. Rin's mouth is telling him without actually saying the words of admission. What would other people be saying in this situation? Different things; they'd be helping, worrying, reacting; but Rin is talking about swimming. Not about who could have done this, or why.
His glance moves to meet Rin's at the same time. Without a single beat of hesitancy, he nods. ]
Yeah. I'm not sure I'll be any match for you, but I don't mind a race.
[ He's not much of a swimmer, after all. As if Rin's arm won't be an issue at all.
A beat. ]
Have you seen a healer?