TW

All you see on the boys face is an emotionless expression. He stares at floor instead of looking at you as you carefully wrap bandages around his arms. You get a feeling that he really doesn’t want to speak to you or to answer any of your questions, so you don’t push it.

You delicately dab a rag onto his arms to clean them, he makes a face of discomfort, although he tries to hide it.

You know that it’s going to be a somber night.