The muscles contracted a little at the stroking at his side and George drew in a sharp breath - holding in a giggle at the ticklish touch. At the frown, George drew in his bottom lip between his teeth, wishing that his brain to mouth filter would have kicked in sooner. He shook his head when Grumpy asked if he wanted him to be mad.
"Fuck it." George murmured as Marcus glanced down. "Well, not literally. But... just a bruise. Can fix it tomorrow." He put his hand under Marcus' chin, forcing him to look him in the face once more.
"Didn't come over so you could play Healer. But... I mean... if you don't want to now." He lowered his hand again and looked away. "I guess I could go."
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