[No matter the immodesty demonstrated, Sasuke averts his eyes, providing the other boy privacy to dress. And then his gaze returns — sharply observant, watching Stiles, gauging the tone of those words and the lack of expression that accompanies them. There's too little evidence to tell what has happened, beyond the fact that it is serious, so he can only hope that Stiles will say more once they're gone from the clinic.
Following, Sasuke brings up a cautious rear behind the other boy. It is more visible here, out of the cold light of the clinic, Stiles leading the way in front of him — and without conscious awareness the red of the Sharingan blooms to life in his right eye. There's something. Not like chakra, not like energy signatures he's sensed upon individuals across these dimensions; it is darker and more sinister, shaped around Stiles like the clinging shroud of a veil. Less evidence of power than it is simply a mark, or a scar, worn down the groove of a soft surface.
He doesn't say anything, allowing Stiles to navigate them back to their floor, sensitive to the silence and unwilling to break it until they have a door shut behind them.]
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Following, Sasuke brings up a cautious rear behind the other boy. It is more visible here, out of the cold light of the clinic, Stiles leading the way in front of him — and without conscious awareness the red of the Sharingan blooms to life in his right eye. There's something. Not like chakra, not like energy signatures he's sensed upon individuals across these dimensions; it is darker and more sinister, shaped around Stiles like the clinging shroud of a veil. Less evidence of power than it is simply a mark, or a scar, worn down the groove of a soft surface.
He doesn't say anything, allowing Stiles to navigate them back to their floor, sensitive to the silence and unwilling to break it until they have a door shut behind them.]