his expression was pleasant up until the moment he answers the door. the sudden influx of both concern and panic nearly blinds him, but he’s quick to pull elwood into the safety of his home. his hands worry at the other’s body, checking for points of pain and exposed wounds alike. ‘ what happened to you ?? ‘
for a moment the concern confuses him, because he doesn’t expect it – not because he thinks mason doesn’t care about him, but because he isn’t used to it. elwood allows he other to tug him inside, stumbling a little, wincing whenever mason touches a literal sore point. ❛ uh … brian happened? we were play fightin’. ❜