[He's trying to stifle himself because Clove is freaking out and it's painfully obvious he should shut the fuck up and tell her he's fine. He tries to do it quickly but faint, rapid-fire shudders ripple through him as he bites his mouth shut.
Talk you idiot.]
Clove. [Now another word.] Clove. It's fine. Seriously, it's fine.
[He ignores how much it fucking hurts to bend forward but he hides it well, smiling still but leaning forward - trying to look her in the eye.]
Clove, I'm fine.
[He never thought that focusing on another person would be more... cathartic than focusing on himself.]
action:
Talk you idiot.]
Clove. [Now another word.] Clove. It's fine. Seriously, it's fine.
[He ignores how much it fucking hurts to bend forward but he hides it well, smiling still but leaning forward - trying to look her in the eye.]
Clove, I'm fine.
[He never thought that focusing on another person would be more... cathartic than focusing on himself.]