( he stays put where he is as she stands from where she'd perched, resting her wait at the edge of that table and easing up the thin cotton of his shirt to reveal an ivory expanse beneath. the wound is glaring enough to draw his attention immediately, but he doesn't miss the baby-pink swells that've long since healed over. he doesn't feel the need to comment on them, and he's sure she isn't unaware of the fact that they're fully exposed. it's not his place, especially not when he doesn't care to speak on his own.
a low whistle; while the laceration didn't show any signs of fresh blood, it definitely wouldn't go well without some bit of patching up, at least to stave off infection. it's in a spot that's too easily aggravated, prodding tongue at the inner of his cheek before wagging a single finger in the air— ) Hold that thought.
( he's brief, shuffling over into the library where he snatches the kit as well as one of the clean cloths that'd been dug out with it. it's on his way back to her that his voice breaks the quiet of the room once more, metal tin set with a quiet clang atop the table, ensuring to speak primarily so that she knew of his proximity to her. ) Tracked one of the bastards to a local bar. Didn't take long to figure out it wasn't exactly top-shelf tequila they were serving. Couldn't tell you what it is about farmhouses, but it's not the first nest I've found in one.
( a pause, and then, murmuring: ) Here, ah— ( what little bit of courtesy he can provide before hand sets at her shoulder to get a look, repositioning to gingerly raise the shirt a bit higher to reveal the entirety of the cut. ) Just hold that there. ( he continues, then, hands moving almost instinctively, like second nature, one grabbing the peroxide to dampen the cloth. ) Me and Sammy, we've traced right to the source before. Most of the time, though, if you're patient they'll lead you right home themselves. ( he leans a bit before her to be a bit more eye level with the gash, warm palm resting at her side while the other comes prepared with alcohol. )
no subject
a low whistle; while the laceration didn't show any signs of fresh blood, it definitely wouldn't go well without some bit of patching up, at least to stave off infection. it's in a spot that's too easily aggravated, prodding tongue at the inner of his cheek before wagging a single finger in the air— ) Hold that thought.
( he's brief, shuffling over into the library where he snatches the kit as well as one of the clean cloths that'd been dug out with it. it's on his way back to her that his voice breaks the quiet of the room once more, metal tin set with a quiet clang atop the table, ensuring to speak primarily so that she knew of his proximity to her. ) Tracked one of the bastards to a local bar. Didn't take long to figure out it wasn't exactly top-shelf tequila they were serving. Couldn't tell you what it is about farmhouses, but it's not the first nest I've found in one.
( a pause, and then, murmuring: ) Here, ah— ( what little bit of courtesy he can provide before hand sets at her shoulder to get a look, repositioning to gingerly raise the shirt a bit higher to reveal the entirety of the cut. ) Just hold that there. ( he continues, then, hands moving almost instinctively, like second nature, one grabbing the peroxide to dampen the cloth. ) Me and Sammy, we've traced right to the source before. Most of the time, though, if you're patient they'll lead you right home themselves. ( he leans a bit before her to be a bit more eye level with the gash, warm palm resting at her side while the other comes prepared with alcohol. )
Might sting like a bitch.