[Okay. Fine. Maybe it's not as bad as he thinks it is. Terry sighs after a moment or two and slowly pulls his shirt up-- It hurts when he lifts his arms, moreso when he has to stretch to get the shirt all the way off, and there's some muffled noises to that effect.]
[He drops the shirt on the bed and has to fight the urge to pull his arms around himself. There's cuts and bruises all over, (the joys of pale skin,) and some particularly angry looking bruising across his ribs and on the sides of his neck. Someone had an eventful night.]
[Frowning, he watches Maxxie's face carefully for some indication of what he's thinking.]
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[He drops the shirt on the bed and has to fight the urge to pull his arms around himself. There's cuts and bruises all over, (the joys of pale skin,) and some particularly angry looking bruising across his ribs and on the sides of his neck. Someone had an eventful night.]
[Frowning, he watches Maxxie's face carefully for some indication of what he's thinking.]