[It occurs to Jin that this is the first time he's seen the older man with his hair undone, wearing something that wasn't neatly tailored. It... helps. He feels his heart flutter with confidence. This, too, is the real Asher, meeting something close to the real Jin.
He's less defensive, but in its place he's self-conscious: embarrassed, even, that Asher cares so much. He runs a hand through his cropped hair and bashfully tugs his hood back up, looking away from Asher's gaze.]
It only looks bad. I've had way worse.
[As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realizes that it won't do anything for Asher fretting over him. Jin glances back into the camera, trying to keep it as casual as he can.]
You don't have to worry about me. I'm... I'll be okay.
[The doubts are still there, but for the moment, Asher's assuaged his fears. That's more than worth making himself vulnerable like this.]
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He's less defensive, but in its place he's self-conscious: embarrassed, even, that Asher cares so much. He runs a hand through his cropped hair and bashfully tugs his hood back up, looking away from Asher's gaze.]
It only looks bad. I've had way worse.
[As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realizes that it won't do anything for Asher fretting over him. Jin glances back into the camera, trying to keep it as casual as he can.]
You don't have to worry about me. I'm... I'll be okay.
[The doubts are still there, but for the moment, Asher's assuaged his fears. That's more than worth making himself vulnerable like this.]