[Hubert had been in pain but he concealed it, easily, holding his shoulder as they traveled, as they were both now in the elevator to his apartment. He was leaning against a wall, blood coating the elevator where he stood, and he looked to her and nodded, as the doors now opened.]
I am alright.
[Hubert would never tell anyone how he was actually doing, instead he still wanted his injuries and his wounds to be secondary, because he was concerned for her.]
How are your injuries? Your face...
[He reached out to her with a bloody hand, touching her cheek, looking at her black eye, her bruises.]
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I am alright.
[Hubert would never tell anyone how he was actually doing, instead he still wanted his injuries and his wounds to be secondary, because he was concerned for her.]
How are your injuries? Your face...
[He reached out to her with a bloody hand, touching her cheek, looking at her black eye, her bruises.]