[X] Outside of That
You wince, but try to turn it into a smile. "I'm all right. It was my own fault." In retrospect it was probably a bad idea to sneak up on someone practising their punching.
Good heavens, the poor boy looks almost horrified! Do you have a black eye? You touch your cheek and wince. Possibly, it seems. You wish you had a mirror.
Dio manages to compose his features. "Wait here," he orders coldly, turning on his heel and stooping to collect his coat from the ground. "I'll get you some ice."
He doesn't run to the shed, but he sets a very brisk pace nonetheless.
You sit in the shade and wait, sniffling a little; it feels odd, crying from only one eye. The other waters a little, but the tears don't flow properly. They slide out at the wrong corner.
When Dio returns, he doesn't look at you. He just thrusts the rag-wrapped ice into your hands.
"Thank you," you say, frowning in confusion as you apply it to your face.
"This was a mistake," he says over his shoulder, walking back to the house. "Your father is quite correct, you have no business learning to fight."
"Dio?" you call hesitantly. He doesn't look back.
When return yourself, you go straight to your room and, locking the door behind you lest Maggie unexpectedly decide to check in on you, set about tending to your eye with your little kit. It isn't bad at all, really; the ice has kept the swelling down very nicely, and at worst the discolouration looks like a dark-circle. You wonder what could have had Dio so worried; you've seen him inflict worse injuries only last night without even blinking, and surely he must have seen women hurt before in... that awful place.
Father is not yet home when dinner is served, but you're surprised to see Dio's chair empty as well. You dispatch Lucille to fetch him, but she returns, saying he has declined to dine. You
[X] take his dinner to him.
[X] leave him be.
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Out of curiosity, what on earth made you guys think any of them were non-shipper options?
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
