Watching as Deiru put the food down, Kaden focused on the pizza momentarily and then at him. It was stupid, but the first thing that came out of the older demon’s mouth was. “You’re hurt…”
Looking up into his eyes, Kaden wanted to heal him, so so badly, but he shook his head and stood up. “Yeah, I’ll cut it and…we can eat…together.” Walking towards the table, Kaden grabbed a knife and began slicing the pizza, focusing on the food for the time being although not being able to without glancing at Deiru again.
Kaden wasn’t sure how he’d be able to eat food while looking at someone he cared for with bruises and cuts on his face and body, and he even said his wrist was hurting, how the fuck can he ignore that?
“Fuck, let me heal you.” Kaden said through his clenched jaw, not sounding mad but more frustrated. “Please.” he then added with a bit less roughness to his voice, almost sounding desperate.
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