he pulls a face before the question has finished, lips parted & tugged into a grimace. his eyes dart about the visible injuries, mind plagued with the knowledge that a slew remain unseen, covered by clothing but likely worst of all. it’s disapproval that mars his features … brows furrow to frame a narrowed gaze. ❛ oh please, you know it was hot, but dammit ! ·you could at least try to be careful. ❜
the look is something he knows all too well. that reveals a myriad of complaints and worries before the other even has a chance to say anything. even in asking the question, he knows what to expect. still he went and did so anyway, giving armando the ammo he needed to start off. teeth worry his lower lip and he shrugs his shoulders. “ i’m as careful as i can be out there. ‘sides, the guy could throw a punch but couldn’t take any. he was down before he did any real damage. ”
