The moment Kasmir's vision becomes clear enough, he has his gaze locked over the raven-haired male, who has his head ducked down on the hospital bed. He seems to have slept long enough, considering the disheveled appearance of his hair.
He moved his injured limbs, carefully waking up the said male.
"Hmm?" Blaire hummed as he shifted his blurry vision towards Kasmir, his backside quickly hauling up from the white monobloc chair after realizing that the latter is already awake.
He almost leaned to hug and kiss him as if tomorrow wouldn't exist. Thankfully, reality was quick to remind him. Reality that doing that will only make things hard for him.
So, what he did, is to stare at him only painfully. Kasmir stares back.
Blank.
It's always that blank expression of his that he always took
