Reckless

“Turn on a light bro, I can’t even see you.” He shook his head and signed something again. “John, seriously, I have no idea what you’re saying.” After a moment of stillness, he stood up and moved out of the camera frame. A light flicked on and John sat back down as the screen adjusted. Your brow furrowed as the picture cleared. It had been too dark to see before, behind the thick frame of his glasses a large, purple bruise covered most of the left half of his face. There was another one flowering on his jawline and his lip was cracked and bleeding. “What the fuck.” Your voice was low and wavering. John was staring at the ground, shifting nervously, but looked up when you spoke. He gave an apologetic shrug and rubbed his right fist on his chest in circular motions. ‘Sorry.’