[ oh thank magic. baz buries his face in a hand, exhaling in relief.
sure, simon getting into a fight and not knowing where the blood came from is a little different than, say, coming back from fighting the humdrum with all his pores bleeding. but baz still worries. maybe twice as much, now, as if to make up for before. simon could return in a torn-up heap during their school days, and as much as baz stressed about it, he couldn't actually do anything. he hated simon, after all. for all that simon knew. ]
Then I feel less bad for the scolding I'm going to give you. I'm coming over.
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