[The point was hardly one worth arguing. Instead, Kit folded up the small piece of cloth, cut free from one of his shirt sleeves, like the one wrapped around his own hand, and tossed it toward Vincent. He could use it if he wished, or throw it into the trash if that suited his preference instead. What mattered was that the courtesy had been extended. It was the least he could do since, he was sure, the wound on Vincent's hand had been incurred only after he had pointed out the other boy's piercing hanging off the back of his clothing.
Let it not be said he didn't repay his debts. Never mind that they'd been fighting at the time.
Settling next to Vincent against the wall, Kit gestured towards the cigarette in the other boy's hand. Not in a judgmental way, however. There was no disgust, no curling of his lip or turning up of his nose. But rather...the gently waving hand, as if asking for a stick of his own.
If his theory about possession was right, then perhaps what Vincent had said earlier also held true. Probably even more effective like that, considering what's in them. It was worth a shot. And, if nothing else, perhaps it would serve to at least take the edge off. He felt refreshed and looked better now, but there was still a knot in his shoulders that wouldn't go away.]
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[The point was hardly one worth arguing. Instead, Kit folded up the small piece of cloth, cut free from one of his shirt sleeves, like the one wrapped around his own hand, and tossed it toward Vincent. He could use it if he wished, or throw it into the trash if that suited his preference instead. What mattered was that the courtesy had been extended. It was the least he could do since, he was sure, the wound on Vincent's hand had been incurred only after he had pointed out the other boy's piercing hanging off the back of his clothing.
Let it not be said he didn't repay his debts. Never mind that they'd been fighting at the time.
Settling next to Vincent against the wall, Kit gestured towards the cigarette in the other boy's hand. Not in a judgmental way, however. There was no disgust, no curling of his lip or turning up of his nose. But rather...the gently waving hand, as if asking for a stick of his own.
If his theory about possession was right, then perhaps what Vincent had said earlier also held true. Probably even more effective like that, considering what's in them. It was worth a shot. And, if nothing else, perhaps it would serve to at least take the edge off. He felt refreshed and looked better now, but there was still a knot in his shoulders that wouldn't go away.]