[ For a moment Gen does look like he's about to scrabble for the sword and go right into round 2, his gaze hot with a low-burn of anger as he breathes in huffs.
But, perhaps surprisingly, he balks the moment he catches sight of the bleeding cuts on Barnaby's hands. His shoulders stiffen as he recoils a fraction, his breaths catching as he swallows hard, and Gen needs a moment to tears his gaze away from the bright crimson of that blood. ]
... forget it.
[ Dirt grits underfoot as he slowly starts easing himself back onto his feet, though he's still a little doubled over; fuck, he just knows he's gonna find a clean bootsole-shaped bruise on his stomach tonight. ]
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But, perhaps surprisingly, he balks the moment he catches sight of the bleeding cuts on Barnaby's hands. His shoulders stiffen as he recoils a fraction, his breaths catching as he swallows hard, and Gen needs a moment to tears his gaze away from the bright crimson of that blood. ]
... forget it.
[ Dirt grits underfoot as he slowly starts easing himself back onto his feet, though he's still a little doubled over; fuck, he just knows he's gonna find a clean bootsole-shaped bruise on his stomach tonight. ]