[Tris doesn't even have the energy to curl on his side, sprawled where he is still holding his broken wrist and wondering if this just... Did that all just happen? It's so surreal and terrifying that the world is continuing on despite it... But it's not his first encounter with real violence, it's not the first time he's had to sit up and deal with grief and helplessness.]
[It's just this time he feels a lot filthier.]
........You're too young....
[For any of this. It's horrifying. Actually he feels honestly sick, maybe he should go throw up.]
[He can't say goodnight. He can't respond nicely. He can't. Make this seem normal. He just. Pushes himself up. He needs to get cleaned up. He feels gross.]
[Well he'll have to wait, since Ariel's taking the bath first. That's selfishness, but also a move intended to force Tristan to sit and and stew in being debauched and taken apart.]
[It's not like he has a choice, he's not going in there with Ariel, so he'll wait outside and shiver, the feeling of his brother's cum running out of him and just... Everything. It's hideous. Horrifying. He's trying not to curl up and cry.]
[He'll take a niiiice long hot bath, relaxing and enjoying the feeling of a successful conquest. And afterwards, he takes the fluffiest towel and heads to bed juuust as happy, with no intention of fixing that broken wrist tonight unless Tristan comes to ask for it.]
[Like hell he's asking for it, he won't look at Ariel when his brother passes him and he'll wash himself as best he can even though it's hard and painful one-handed. Drying himself is more painful, and the house isn't so big Ariel can't hear him making noises and swearing softly. But he manages, he gets clean, and dry, and somehow struggles into a loose shirt and pants and curls up in bed avoiding the gross wet spot and wishing his room didn't smell like sex. Until he gives up and grabs his pillow and goes to sleep on the couch.]
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[It's just this time he feels a lot filthier.]
........You're too young....
[For any of this. It's horrifying. Actually he feels honestly sick, maybe he should go throw up.]
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[He pauses in the doorway to turn back and give Tristan one more warning smile.]
You won't tell anyone, of course. Goodnight, Tristan.
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[He can't say goodnight. He can't respond nicely. He can't. Make this seem normal. He just. Pushes himself up. He needs to get cleaned up. He feels gross.]
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