[ Carl closes his eye at the press of fingers around his socket, his brow furrowed in worry. The touch remains gentle, though his fingers clench into the fabric of his sleep pants for something else to focus on. It's not painful by any means, though it is sensitive. It's been healed for quite some time, but every once in a while, the phantom pains happen- which Denise had said might happen.
He doesn't know whether he's relieved or anxious that Coil isn't grossed out by it, though the expression he wears resembles something akin to the look his dad occasionally got. Maybe not quite so gutted. His dad always took the loss of his eye as a personal failure which.. Carl doesn't really blame him for. Shit happens, and he survived.
It takes him a moment to compose himself enough to look over at Coil. ]
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He doesn't know whether he's relieved or anxious that Coil isn't grossed out by it, though the expression he wears resembles something akin to the look his dad occasionally got. Maybe not quite so gutted. His dad always took the loss of his eye as a personal failure which.. Carl doesn't really blame him for. Shit happens, and he survived.
It takes him a moment to compose himself enough to look over at Coil. ]
..Are you okay?