[Her admission doesn't necessarily come as any surprise to him, because it looks as though it would hurt, especially in a tender place like her hip, but he also knows that it would be incredibly rude -- not to mention a surefire way to ruin the mood -- to ask about it further. So there's really only one thing he can say.]
I'm sorry.
[He doesn't know what he's apologizing for, not really. It's not like he'd inflicted the bruise -- and he knows he never would, knows that for all the things about him that make him awful, that make him doomed to hell, that's one thing he won't do -- but he feels bad for it, anyway. Feels bad that she should have to suffer, that she should have to be in pain, and it just makes him resolve to make this night as good for her as it can be. It's not as though a momentarily evening of enjoyment with someone will take away her pain, he's not stupid enough to think that, but... maybe it will alleviate it for awhile?
He pulls his fingers back from her bruise, because he doesn't want to hurt it further, can't stand to hear that sad bitterness in her voice. And then, because it seems like the right thing to do, although it may be exactly the wrong thing to do, may be strange and unexpected and a little unnecessary (though to be fair, all of those things could easily describe everything else he's done this evening, too) he bends down and presses a very soft kiss to her hip, making sure not to put too much pressure on it, his lips just barely ghosting over her skin there.]
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I'm sorry.
[He doesn't know what he's apologizing for, not really. It's not like he'd inflicted the bruise -- and he knows he never would, knows that for all the things about him that make him awful, that make him doomed to hell, that's one thing he won't do -- but he feels bad for it, anyway. Feels bad that she should have to suffer, that she should have to be in pain, and it just makes him resolve to make this night as good for her as it can be. It's not as though a momentarily evening of enjoyment with someone will take away her pain, he's not stupid enough to think that, but... maybe it will alleviate it for awhile?
He pulls his fingers back from her bruise, because he doesn't want to hurt it further, can't stand to hear that sad bitterness in her voice. And then, because it seems like the right thing to do, although it may be exactly the wrong thing to do, may be strange and unexpected and a little unnecessary (though to be fair, all of those things could easily describe everything else he's done this evening, too) he bends down and presses a very soft kiss to her hip, making sure not to put too much pressure on it, his lips just barely ghosting over her skin there.]