Gazing at the facial expression the male made and took a quick note of him holding his temples, even thought she could feel that the male wasn’t pleased by her presence she recognized the way his brows were knitted together and how distant his eyes looked. Yes she knew, all to well— “Wait here,” Ailee hummed softly before running off to the convenience store that was behind her. Without five minutes barely passing she approached the bench where the male was sitting, moving herself to stand in front of him before crouching down with her palms outstretched, “Your face don’t look so good—” she attempted to smile at him before looking at her hand which had a pack of painkillers in them and also a bottle of water.
“Wait here.”
She had said and disappeared in a direction he wasn’t able to pin point at the current moment. Though he was thankful to whatever made her disappear, even for a little. His head was pounding in pure pain and his rubbing of temples turned into him gripping his head. A whisky glass too many, no sleep and tormenting only his memories knew how to. “Your face don’t look so good—”, he hadn’t even noticed her return making him shift his head in an all too fast movement, ending in more pain than before. He followed her gaze and looked down at her hands, sighing softly. How long hadn’t it been since he even touched a painkiller? Perhaps only to serve as a punishment for himself, or the fact he always seemed to be drinking than any other reason why. Wordlessly he reached out and took the items. “Thanks.”, he muttered with a strained voice.