Just that fact alone should tell Robby he's right. Daniel would've denied it if it had been anyone or anything else, after all - but the man doesn't. He just remains quiet for a few moments, not directly looking at Robby either.
Then he moves. Still not talking, but his fingers move to pry at the upper most buttons of his shirt, opening them, giving his shirt just enough leeway for Daniel to be able to pull his collar off to the side enough to give Robby a glimpse at something. Right around Daniel's shoulder area, there's a contrast in colours on the tan skin. There's a spot that's a sickly green - like Vileblood - though it seems to have faded a little bit.
But even without the full mark visible, it's so clear what it is. A big palm resting on Daniel's shoulder, long fingers splayed out across his skin. A large handprint.
He releases his hold on the collar, mostly obscuring the mark again.
"He lured me somewhere. And then he--"
Sprung this on him, took his blood, held him down, marked him, all things Daniel can't say, couldn't say even if he tried, even now he's telling the truth.
"--did this."
(Safer.)
He breathes out, glancing back up at Robby, meeting the other's gaze with a mix of shame and guilt as his hands try to clumsily button his shirt back up.
".. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Robby. It happened while you were off to that other city, and I just.." - ashamed, blaming himself, disgusted with his own body and the way it no longer felt like just his own - ".. I couldn't."
He couldn't talk about it. Not with anyone. This is the first time he's even giving this entire thing some words, rather than letting it stew inside of his own mind.
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Just that fact alone should tell Robby he's right. Daniel would've denied it if it had been anyone or anything else, after all - but the man doesn't. He just remains quiet for a few moments, not directly looking at Robby either.
Then he moves. Still not talking, but his fingers move to pry at the upper most buttons of his shirt, opening them, giving his shirt just enough leeway for Daniel to be able to pull his collar off to the side enough to give Robby a glimpse at something. Right around Daniel's shoulder area, there's a contrast in colours on the tan skin. There's a spot that's a sickly green - like Vileblood - though it seems to have faded a little bit.
But even without the full mark visible, it's so clear what it is. A big palm resting on Daniel's shoulder, long fingers splayed out across his skin. A large handprint.
He releases his hold on the collar, mostly obscuring the mark again.
"He lured me somewhere. And then he--"
Sprung this on him, took his blood, held him down, marked him, all things Daniel can't say, couldn't say even if he tried, even now he's telling the truth.
"--did this."
(Safer.)
He breathes out, glancing back up at Robby, meeting the other's gaze with a mix of shame and guilt as his hands try to clumsily button his shirt back up.
".. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Robby. It happened while you were off to that other city, and I just.." - ashamed, blaming himself, disgusted with his own body and the way it no longer felt like just his own - ".. I couldn't."
He couldn't talk about it. Not with anyone. This is the first time he's even giving this entire thing some words, rather than letting it stew inside of his own mind.