[Contrary to the pompous, overly masculine facade that Rex maintains on a daily basis, he will gladly accept help from most people, at nearly any time or place. In fact, it's to the point where he takes advantage of kindness whenever its offered to him, as the explosive fuckboy is an openly haughty and even manipulative slacker.
The specific crumb of gentleness in question, however, is from Invincible, a person from whom he does not wish to receive assistance.
Rex's gaze returns to the accursed ground, flickering over his knuckles. The bruises are healing rapidly, but the evidence that he's totaled something by hitting it over and over with his fists is ever-present. His emotions have always been so visceral, and yet hard to put into words. Rex knows that the simmer of rage within his cheeks means anger, and that watery eyes signify pain or sadness, and yet pinpointing why he feels the way he does is just so difficult. Especially when there is no scapegoat for it all.
He does manage to finally spit out something:]
I don't feel good.
[Then, realizing the situation that they're in, he is forced to clarify.]
no subject
The specific crumb of gentleness in question, however, is from Invincible, a person from whom he does not wish to receive assistance.
Rex's gaze returns to the accursed ground, flickering over his knuckles. The bruises are healing rapidly, but the evidence that he's totaled something by hitting it over and over with his fists is ever-present. His emotions have always been so visceral, and yet hard to put into words. Rex knows that the simmer of rage within his cheeks means anger, and that watery eyes signify pain or sadness, and yet pinpointing why he feels the way he does is just so difficult. Especially when there is no scapegoat for it all.
He does manage to finally spit out something:]
I don't feel good.
[Then, realizing the situation that they're in, he is forced to clarify.]
I'm not sick or anything like that, it's just...
Everything sucks.