[It took longer than he cared to admit, first finishing off the last of his burger, then letting them unwrap the mess that were his hands. His knuckles were almost black, they were so bruised, with deep splits over each knuckle that bled freely once the gauze was peeled away. He'd cited splinters and there were more than a few marks that spoke to that truth, as well.
He didn't look at his hands as they tended to them. Didn't look at them, either. Shame was written clear as day on his face, but he didn't pull away. He let them rewrap his hands, holding still despite how much it had to hurt...and only when they were satisfied did he finally look up.]
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He didn't look at his hands as they tended to them. Didn't look at them, either. Shame was written clear as day on his face, but he didn't pull away. He let them rewrap his hands, holding still despite how much it had to hurt...and only when they were satisfied did he finally look up.]
I'm sorry...