Kaden wasn't getting dressed, at least not yet. Instead he slipped his boxers on and walked around his apartment like that, getting a few things and trying to figure out where they might go after Deiru got back. As if right on time, Kaden looked towards the door and sighed in relief, smiling wide when he saw Deiru coming into the room like that.
"Hey...shit." Kaden's smile left when he noticed his stomach, getting onto his knees before his boyfriend and lifting it up to see the cut along his perfect skin, nearly touching his tattoo. Scowling, Kaden ran his fingers along the wound and closed his eyes, whispering a few things before speaking to Deiru.
"Fucker, hope he paid for hurting you." Kaden mumbled before then peeking his eyes open and eyeing Deiru again. "You get hurt anywhere else?" He asked, not seeing much with the blood on him.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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