Another jolt of absolute horror twists Jovan's guts, and he really can't keep this one off his face, either. "Someone shot you... in the face?" He rakes a hand through his hair, trying to comprehend such a scenario even as his brain tries to reject it. A shotgun blast that ripped up half of Sal's face and did gods know what to his mother... and Sal said he was really young. He's not even that old to begin with!
He can't speak again for a minute or two, can barely breathe. How the fuck has Sal been through so much without losing his mind? And how hard does Jovan have to slap that cosmic asshole across the face for dumping so much chaos onto one person? Is Sal a black hole for bad luck? His presence might mean Jovan is screwed, but he's too far invested in this gentle kid and his cat to kick them out now.
Fuuuuuuck.
"So...." His voice cracks slightly, he coughs and tries again. "So you wear the mask to protect the scar tissue, and so people don't stare." No wonder Sal eats with it mostly in place, he probably figures Jovan will boot him to the street out of sheer disgust. No way. It will never happen. "All because some random nutcase decided to shoot a mom and her kid for no reason."
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He can't speak again for a minute or two, can barely breathe. How the fuck has Sal been through so much without losing his mind? And how hard does Jovan have to slap that cosmic asshole across the face for dumping so much chaos onto one person? Is Sal a black hole for bad luck? His presence might mean Jovan is screwed, but he's too far invested in this gentle kid and his cat to kick them out now.
Fuuuuuuck.
"So...." His voice cracks slightly, he coughs and tries again. "So you wear the mask to protect the scar tissue, and so people don't stare." No wonder Sal eats with it mostly in place, he probably figures Jovan will boot him to the street out of sheer disgust. No way. It will never happen. "All because some random nutcase decided to shoot a mom and her kid for no reason."