[He couldn't hold back at this point even if he tried, it's fine, they're fine, HE'S FINE.
Except that by the time Jae-ha's back he's just like hacked up a small pool of blood into his hands because Anime TB™ is wild. He'll reach out for the towel without so much as a nod of acknowledgment, immediately muffling the rest of his coughing into it, which lasts another twenty or thirty seconds that stretches on Forever to his sickly ass.
The fit doesn't subside elegantly, either. He's left gasping for air through wet and rattling lungs, hands shaking from exertion as the reflexive tension starts to ebb away. It takes him a little while before he's able to even out his breathing enough to say anything. After he mops some of the remaining blood from his face, it's probably not surprising that the first thing he manages is:]
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Except that by the time Jae-ha's back he's just like hacked up a small pool of blood into his hands because Anime TB™ is wild. He'll reach out for the towel without so much as a nod of acknowledgment, immediately muffling the rest of his coughing into it, which lasts another twenty or thirty seconds that stretches on Forever to his sickly ass.
The fit doesn't subside elegantly, either. He's left gasping for air through wet and rattling lungs, hands shaking from exertion as the reflexive tension starts to ebb away. It takes him a little while before he's able to even out his breathing enough to say anything. After he mops some of the remaining blood from his face, it's probably not surprising that the first thing he manages is:]
--Thank you.
[For the towel... A true comrade.]