[He flinches just a bit as she crouches to begin the cleanup. But this has always been the way of it, hasn't it? He acts out and makes the messes and Belle deals with the aftermath. Sometimes it's just broken glass.
If they're lucky.
He crouches down a bit, expression unsteady, as though it can't decide whether it ought to be a smile or a frown.] No. No cuts. The vials suffered the worst of it, not me. But you should be careful...
[In fact, here he sighs heavily and gestures, each and every shard of glass replaced by a blood-red rose petal.]
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If they're lucky.
He crouches down a bit, expression unsteady, as though it can't decide whether it ought to be a smile or a frown.] No. No cuts. The vials suffered the worst of it, not me. But you should be careful...
[In fact, here he sighs heavily and gestures, each and every shard of glass replaced by a blood-red rose petal.]