uthumanitas:

     ”Sorta?” She raised a brow, “I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you sure you did not hit your head…?”

     Playfully he combed his fingers through his hair, “No I think I'm —— Ouch, that’s a lie.” Wincing, he pulls his fingers away from said sore spot; a hit of dark red staining his fingers. “…Guess I did.”