Xie allows himself to be pushed with a faint frown of confusion, like he isn't sure why Kevin is stopping him. Even as he's wetting the cloth, it doesn't quite register what's going on - not until he's pressing the cloth to his shoulder, anyway. Then it clicks.
He hisses slightly at the contact, the adrenaline dulled slightly and the pain starting to make itself known, but he doesn't pull away.
"You don't have-" he starts, but it's cut off by the sharp instruction and his hands fly up to the cord to lift it before he's even really fully consciously processed what's been said. The movement sends a red-hot spike of pain through his throbbing shoulder and his hand spasms and drops it before he can even get it off.
He pauses, breathing heavily, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. In that moment he's too confused and guilty and pained to even begin to summon the will to resist the order, though, so he tries again - this time only lifting his good arm, gripping the pendant and pulling it over his head. It still tugs at the wound a little when he has to untangle it from his hair, but not as badly.
When he's done, he clutches the pendant in his hand and struggles to try and find the words. Some part of him wants to apologise, most of him at least wants Kevin to understand why he disobeyed.
"I just... couldn't..." he starts slowly "I couldn't leave it..."
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Date: 2023-10-22 08:25 am (UTC)Xie allows himself to be pushed with a faint frown of confusion, like he isn't sure why Kevin is stopping him. Even as he's wetting the cloth, it doesn't quite register what's going on - not until he's pressing the cloth to his shoulder, anyway. Then it clicks.
He hisses slightly at the contact, the adrenaline dulled slightly and the pain starting to make itself known, but he doesn't pull away.
"You don't have-" he starts, but it's cut off by the sharp instruction and his hands fly up to the cord to lift it before he's even really fully consciously processed what's been said. The movement sends a red-hot spike of pain through his throbbing shoulder and his hand spasms and drops it before he can even get it off.
He pauses, breathing heavily, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. In that moment he's too confused and guilty and pained to even begin to summon the will to resist the order, though, so he tries again - this time only lifting his good arm, gripping the pendant and pulling it over his head. It still tugs at the wound a little when he has to untangle it from his hair, but not as badly.
When he's done, he clutches the pendant in his hand and struggles to try and find the words. Some part of him wants to apologise, most of him at least wants Kevin to understand why he disobeyed.
"I just... couldn't..." he starts slowly "I couldn't leave it..."