There was something far more alert in those blue eyes that stared back at Turo in his glancing back. Focused. Eyes that came with a sort of... weight behind them, something so easily missed with just a tilt of his head as 76 leaned back just enough that arms could rest against legs as he sat there on the edge of the bed.
Looked exhausted just sitting there, despite the rigidness to a posture that was made to look relaxed; something practiced to be deceptive, the edge of tension along shoulders.
"Mm," just a hum. An acknowledgement. Whatever you say.
Was it worry? Even he couldn't tell if that was the word he'd describe it with.
Still, while Turo was off to fetch that bag? 76 did push himself up onto his feet just so he could gather up the black towels and set them aside for now. Check over the bandage wrapping down at his side, a hand smoothing over it at his back just to check over the work done out of habit.
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Looked exhausted just sitting there, despite the rigidness to a posture that was made to look relaxed; something practiced to be deceptive, the edge of tension along shoulders.
"Mm," just a hum. An acknowledgement. Whatever you say.
Was it worry? Even he couldn't tell if that was the word he'd describe it with.
Still, while Turo was off to fetch that bag? 76 did push himself up onto his feet just so he could gather up the black towels and set them aside for now. Check over the bandage wrapping down at his side, a hand smoothing over it at his back just to check over the work done out of habit.
... Should he really be staying?