If I didn't know better, I'd think you were concerned.
[With good reason, Kit supposed. If there was nothing else between them, they still had their promise. Making good on that pact to fight one another seriously in the future would require them both to keep in good health. As such, bleeding internally would be unacceptable.
It was also not an issue. Kit might have been concerned if that haunting and otherworldly feeling he'd experienced after had only started after his fall and Vincent hadn't shown signs of being just as disturbed as him, but that wasn't the case. His speech was not slurred, he was not suffering from impaired vision, and he hadn't passed out yet or slipped into a coma. He was alright. As alright as anyone could expect to be after receiving a concussion.
Happily, Kit saw that Vincent was equally well. Despite the crusting of dried blood smeared across his face, a look that wasn't near as ghastly as Kit was sure Vincent might have liked, he seemed to be in fine condition. Or, as fine as sleeping on benches might have allowed anyone to feel.
Neither of them were at risk of blindly charging toward death. For the time being.]
In any case, I'm glad. But you're not going to be much use in a fight if this is how you treat yourself.
[He patted the arm of the bench for emphasis. How was Vincent going to be at his best if he refused to get proper rest?]
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[With good reason, Kit supposed. If there was nothing else between them, they still had their promise. Making good on that pact to fight one another seriously in the future would require them both to keep in good health. As such, bleeding internally would be unacceptable.
It was also not an issue. Kit might have been concerned if that haunting and otherworldly feeling he'd experienced after had only started after his fall and Vincent hadn't shown signs of being just as disturbed as him, but that wasn't the case. His speech was not slurred, he was not suffering from impaired vision, and he hadn't passed out yet or slipped into a coma. He was alright. As alright as anyone could expect to be after receiving a concussion.
Happily, Kit saw that Vincent was equally well. Despite the crusting of dried blood smeared across his face, a look that wasn't near as ghastly as Kit was sure Vincent might have liked, he seemed to be in fine condition. Or, as fine as sleeping on benches might have allowed anyone to feel.
Neither of them were at risk of blindly charging toward death. For the time being.]
In any case, I'm glad. But you're not going to be much use in a fight if this is how you treat yourself.
[He patted the arm of the bench for emphasis. How was Vincent going to be at his best if he refused to get proper rest?]