[Atsushi doesn't wince, but his eyebrow fall a little with empathy. That looks really painful - but then, he wouldn't expect Chuuya to crumble over less.]
Probably.
[If the reply is wishy-washy, the accompanying nod is anything but. If there are downsides to his healing, he hasn't found them yet - and while he has no idea how he suddenly became capable of minor healing, that very mystery somehow makes him trust it more rather than less.
It would have been different if it was something he wished for. He knows better than to count on things like that too much.
Reaching out, Atsushi holds his hand directly over the bruised skin, and focuses. There's no real gesture, except the natural spreading of his fingers; there's no magical words to say. It's more of a feeling he has to create - and then a soft light seems to shine from under his hand, slowly but surely dissolving the bruises like ice melting in the sun.]
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Probably.
[If the reply is wishy-washy, the accompanying nod is anything but. If there are downsides to his healing, he hasn't found them yet - and while he has no idea how he suddenly became capable of minor healing, that very mystery somehow makes him trust it more rather than less.
It would have been different if it was something he wished for. He knows better than to count on things like that too much.
Reaching out, Atsushi holds his hand directly over the bruised skin, and focuses. There's no real gesture, except the natural spreading of his fingers; there's no magical words to say. It's more of a feeling he has to create - and then a soft light seems to shine from under his hand, slowly but surely dissolving the bruises like ice melting in the sun.]