Emrys didn't like that. Of course he never wanted Arthur in pain, and if he could believe that his knee had actually gotten better he would have been pleased for him, but he didn't believe that. The bruise spoke volumes there: his body was still feeling this, even if he wasn't. Not feeling an old injury was dangerous, because it meant he wasn't getting the warning signs he needed in order to treat it properly. He could quite easily blow right past them all and do more damage — maybe even cripple himself.
"Well, I hope you haven't been stupid about it," Emrys said. He reached for his glass on the side table despite his earlier resolve not to drink until he'd addressed whatever Arthur needed, because the idea of Arthur doing serious damage to himself put him in need of a drink. "How long?"
"Well, I hope you haven't been stupid about it," Emrys said. He reached for his glass on the side table despite his earlier resolve not to drink until he'd addressed whatever Arthur needed, because the idea of Arthur doing serious damage to himself put him in need of a drink. "How long?"
Lou made this! <3