Stepping closer, Benjamin noticed the dried blood and bruises on Tommy, his bloated cheek and slightly swollen left eye.
"Who roughed you up like this?" he asked, a hint of concern breaking through his usually composed demeanor.
"Why you got to be so nosy, man?!" Tommy snapped, his voice filled with a mix of pain and anger. He tried to sit up, wincing as the movement sent fresh waves of pain through his battered body.
Benjamin hesitated, his expression tightening slightly as he took in Tommy's defensive stance. What's that tone?
He hadn't expected such a hostile reaction, but seeing Tommy in this state stirred something within him—a mix of guilt and worry.
Why did it seem like he already knew how Tommy got this look?
"Were you mugged? Were you beaten up?" Benjamin asked but Tommy only glared at him saying nothing.