[Well, Aaron's sorry that his bad mood is ruining Greg's day further.]
[No. He's not. The don't hurt me/I'm not hurting you hands help a little, though. Aaron stands up as straight as he can, folding his arms across his chest like the worst bodyguard ever. The shadows behind him ripple.]
I'm not hurt.
[That... is most definitely a lie. The offer of help makes him cave the slightest bit before he remembers that people with healing magic-- he was the only one, right? Before he gave it up for something stronger, of course-- Lux had laid claim to.]
no subject
[No. He's not. The don't hurt me/I'm not hurting you hands help a little, though. Aaron stands up as straight as he can, folding his arms across his chest like the worst bodyguard ever. The shadows behind him ripple.]
I'm not hurt.
[That... is most definitely a lie. The offer of help makes him cave the slightest bit before he remembers that people with healing magic-- he was the only one, right? Before he gave it up for something stronger, of course-- Lux had laid claim to.]
--Why are you out here?