[There isn't much time to prepare himself, but he's spent three days mentally preparing, so — Sasuke only looks down at the tumble of food items that scatter across the bedsheet beside him. It causes him to realize the clench of his own hunger; he isn't certain that he's eaten since early yesterday, and even then no more than whatever meager store of nonperishable items he had in the plastic box under his bed.
Cy's touch lifts his head up, but his eyes are still resistant to make contact.]
It happened before you left. [Short, blunt words.] Before you ask.
[No, he didn't go off and do something stupid just because of his own jealousy.]
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Cy's touch lifts his head up, but his eyes are still resistant to make contact.]
It happened before you left. [Short, blunt words.] Before you ask.
[No, he didn't go off and do something stupid just because of his own jealousy.]
I'm fine. The injuries aren't anywhere vital.