Klavier had been watching the boy's face carefully as he pulled his hand away from the wound, waiting for... something. A recoil. A flinch. Eyes widening and nose crinkling in disgust, horror, or sympathy. Something to show just how horrid he must have looked with it. But he got none of that. The guy had simply looked at it with a calm assessment, like how a parent might look at a child's scraped knee. It was surprising, to be honest. Klavier didn't even want to look at it in a mirror from the bald spot alone, let alone the wound. ...Either it really didn't look that bad or the boy's standards weren't that high. Or he was just being nice.
Well... regardless of the reason, he had to admit he was at least a little less self-conscious about it after that (though he still found it difficult to stop thinking about it being there). At least enough that maybe he'd... just try carefully washing his hair around it without worrying about hiding it the whole time. ...Maybe there was a secret hint of appreciation in his smile for it.
He turned his attention away from the kid and back to getting some shampoo into his hair as he listened to the rest of his response. Hmm. So he was relatively new. Not enough to be a complete stranger to this place but new enough. "I see. Then there is a chance you may not have heard of it."
Ahh. How to explain it? It wasn't exactly the nicest thing to talk about. "They refer to it as... 'Sleep Studies,' I believe it is? It's the term used by the staff here for when they decide to... take a few people for the night. For some kind of experimentation, it seems." He kept his face and tone as neutral as possible, trying very hard not to think about the details. Just focusing on moving soapy fingers through his hair. "...I was thrown in a room with someone who would rather I have my skull opened."
Not exactly the most gentle or sensitive explanation, were he to be frank. Klavier didn't like it. It was fine to be blunt for something serious, but there were more graceful ways to speak of such a vulgar subject. He looked back at the kid only briefly enough to give him a smirk, a display to show he was fine despite the details. "I guess you could say nothing has been what people have expected when it comes to this place."
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Well... regardless of the reason, he had to admit he was at least a little less self-conscious about it after that (though he still found it difficult to stop thinking about it being there). At least enough that maybe he'd... just try carefully washing his hair around it without worrying about hiding it the whole time. ...Maybe there was a secret hint of appreciation in his smile for it.
He turned his attention away from the kid and back to getting some shampoo into his hair as he listened to the rest of his response. Hmm. So he was relatively new. Not enough to be a complete stranger to this place but new enough. "I see. Then there is a chance you may not have heard of it."
Ahh. How to explain it? It wasn't exactly the nicest thing to talk about. "They refer to it as... 'Sleep Studies,' I believe it is? It's the term used by the staff here for when they decide to... take a few people for the night. For some kind of experimentation, it seems." He kept his face and tone as neutral as possible, trying very hard not to think about the details. Just focusing on moving soapy fingers through his hair. "...I was thrown in a room with someone who would rather I have my skull opened."
Not exactly the most gentle or sensitive explanation, were he to be frank. Klavier didn't like it. It was fine to be blunt for something serious, but there were more graceful ways to speak of such a vulgar subject. He looked back at the kid only briefly enough to give him a smirk, a display to show he was fine despite the details. "I guess you could say nothing has been what people have expected when it comes to this place."