disappointed

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pov i forgot to update at the same time as my ao3 so u guys get this a day later

To say iskall was surprised by the person messaging them would be a bit of an understatement, they wasn't shocked per say, but they still weren't expecting a message from Grian. Especially a message as vague as 'are you busy?'.

They had assumed grian to be busy with building one of his many projects or grinding out materials as when a hermit "disappears" that's normally what they're doing. That is why when Grian hadn't messaged them or mumbo in a couple weeks and didn't respond to anything either of them or the other hermits said to him they weren't too worried.

They were still a little concerned, why wouldn't they? But that was mostly just because normally Grian won't go this long without messaging one of the hermits.

But that doesn't matter anymore, he seems to be back from whatever he was doing.

With that thought process finished they hear Grian landing in their omega tree, turning around to look at him make a shaky landing.

That made them instantly more attentive, at least more than they already were.

"Hey, iskall." he looked and sounded nervous, maybe even scared.

"What's wrong G."

Grian looked disheveled and tired, they could feel the nervous and depressed energy wafting off of their partner.

"You can always tell can't you." he let out a thick sigh and sat down on the wooden floor.

"I need stitches, I'm pretty sure." he looked down into his lap to avoid iskall's concerned and knowing look.

"I'll get the first aid."

While they were off getting the first aid stuff Grian started undressing so that Iskall could look over all his injuries and make sure he got all of the bad cuts.

By the time they came back he was only in his boxers and binder, he would probably have to take those off later too though, he knows iskall will want to check.

They sat in silence as iskall cleaned out all of Grian's cuts and worked on stitching up the worst ones. Eventually they started on bandaging them all.

"I'm sorry." Grian continued staring into his lap, as he had been doing the past hour or so of iskall working on his cuts.

Iskall suddenly stopped bandaging him up, "What do you mean sorry?"

"I mean sorry that I started doing this again, even after you and mumbo worked so hard to help me get better. I should've gone to one of you, hell! I should've gone to any of the hermits!"

"G, look at me." he looked up "Don't apologize. It isn't your fault that you relapsed. Maybe you should have gone to someone but that isn't as easy as it seems. You know that as well as anyone."

He felt his face grow wet as his partner pulled him into their arms.

Maybe he'll be okay.