"Yes," answers Kell with the hint of a smile. It's disconcerting, he knows. Not even Rhy ever got used to Kell cutting himself all the time, but it's necessary. "I prefer it when I mean to be bleeding."
He wets his cloth and presses it back to his cheek, wiping away the clotted blood. "Mostly I come here in the evenings," he says, though perhaps the time is closer to very early morning, but the exercise is far better than the nightmares that await him in sleep.
"This space is better suited to my needs than I originally believed," he admits. "Thank you again."
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Date: 2016-03-12 02:33 am (UTC)He wets his cloth and presses it back to his cheek, wiping away the clotted blood. "Mostly I come here in the evenings," he says, though perhaps the time is closer to very early morning, but the exercise is far better than the nightmares that await him in sleep.
"This space is better suited to my needs than I originally believed," he admits. "Thank you again."