Wormwood had been looking down in Selby with concern in his newly golden gaze when Leroy approached, and the hellhound didn't even lift his head because he was worried about the injured male in front of him. He finally glanced over at the proxy when the other mentioned his name, and immediately his long ears pinned back in aggravation, anger bubbling up in his chest immediately. Leroy was doing nothing but spouting bullshit, and he certainly wasn't helping the situation at all, given Selby's immediate distraught reaction to Leroy's anger. Ultimately, Wormwood decided to pay him no mind, turning back to Selby and grunting gruffly at Leroy, his frustration finally bubbling up and over into his words. All he had been trying to do for ages now was just help people, and he had barely said three sentences to Selby to explain why he had pulled him away from his frantic task, "Fuck off, Leroy. Maybe you should be a bit more concerned with the injured clanmate in front of you, and a little less with what I'm doing." He wasn't even going to entertain an argument with the other right now. He was absolutely exhausted of being lectured and yelled at, and he wasn't about to become an emotionless fuck like a bunch of other people here.
Turning his full attention back to Selby, the hellhound shook his head and barked softly to the feline in front of him, looking over the other's wounds and wincing a bit, "No, it's not your fault Selby. None of this is your fault. You're just grieving, and you went about it in a way that most people do, even if they end up hurting themselves. There's no need to applogize, okay?" He glanced behind Selby up at the garden box and the bush that had formerly resided in it, frown deepening when he saw the blood that still lingered on the sharp thorns that twisted outward from the plant. When Selby mentioned cleaning up, Wormwood immediately shook his head from side to side, not wanting Selby to concern himself with cleaning anything up right now in his current state, "Selb... no. Don't worry about this right now, okay? You need somebody to patch up your scratches at the moment so that they don't get infected. We're all always gonna worry about you, you know. We're like a family around here, right?" He smiled reassuringly down at the other, the kindest smile that could possibly grace the twisted face that he now possessed, which he hoped wasn't too upsetting to the grieving young man.
He then said softly, glancing around as he spoke, "Somebody else can clean this up, alright? You go to Delilah, or Kiira, or whoever you wanna see that can patch you up. If you need any help getting to them, I'll go with you. I don't want you trying to patch yourself up and hurting yourself worse in the process... we all need help sometimes, eh? If you don't need my help, I'll help clean up all the dirt and plant stuff and everything here... maybe Leroy can even help." He sent the proxy the most frigid of glares that he had ever given anybody as he said this, before turning back to Selby to see if he would go and get medical treatment, as he should've in his current state, or if Worm would have to cave and just let him heal himself.
Turning his full attention back to Selby, the hellhound shook his head and barked softly to the feline in front of him, looking over the other's wounds and wincing a bit, "No, it's not your fault Selby. None of this is your fault. You're just grieving, and you went about it in a way that most people do, even if they end up hurting themselves. There's no need to applogize, okay?" He glanced behind Selby up at the garden box and the bush that had formerly resided in it, frown deepening when he saw the blood that still lingered on the sharp thorns that twisted outward from the plant. When Selby mentioned cleaning up, Wormwood immediately shook his head from side to side, not wanting Selby to concern himself with cleaning anything up right now in his current state, "Selb... no. Don't worry about this right now, okay? You need somebody to patch up your scratches at the moment so that they don't get infected. We're all always gonna worry about you, you know. We're like a family around here, right?" He smiled reassuringly down at the other, the kindest smile that could possibly grace the twisted face that he now possessed, which he hoped wasn't too upsetting to the grieving young man.
He then said softly, glancing around as he spoke, "Somebody else can clean this up, alright? You go to Delilah, or Kiira, or whoever you wanna see that can patch you up. If you need any help getting to them, I'll go with you. I don't want you trying to patch yourself up and hurting yourself worse in the process... we all need help sometimes, eh? If you don't need my help, I'll help clean up all the dirt and plant stuff and everything here... maybe Leroy can even help." He sent the proxy the most frigid of glares that he had ever given anybody as he said this, before turning back to Selby to see if he would go and get medical treatment, as he should've in his current state, or if Worm would have to cave and just let him heal himself.
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— Reggan