Hmm, well, color me lucky. With my track record, I'll probably be your second, too.
[ since he does have a terribly bad habit of getting himself into trouble, breaking into new skin every time he gets himself thrown into a fight, a violent or amicable one, it seems. the curse of his own recklessness, and the kind of things that comes from someone who's tried to keep himself separated from whatever body he wears.
in listening to her, he comes to hear the familiarity of her accent, realizing how he's reminded of kristin. at least in her quieter moments, since that's where the similarities end; kristin's a rough one, all bark and bite, knuckles always as bloody as his own, as threatening in her hollers of endless spanish swears as she is in an actual fight. even when she'd done something like this for him, tending to a wound, he could feel the calloused grit of her fingertips, the kind of roughness found in anyone working law enforcement.
but marta's hands have the care of someone who's kept them tended to for something like this, made to treat, made to heal; even with the blood at his back, there's gentleness in the details.
he breathes steadily as she works, only giving the most subtle quiet hiss at the first press of the needle, calm through the rest. ]
Most people wouldn't think to do that — reading to them, sticking around. Even people in your line of work. Usually just see them patch things up, take their money, and go.
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[ since he does have a terribly bad habit of getting himself into trouble, breaking into new skin every time he gets himself thrown into a fight, a violent or amicable one, it seems. the curse of his own recklessness, and the kind of things that comes from someone who's tried to keep himself separated from whatever body he wears.
in listening to her, he comes to hear the familiarity of her accent, realizing how he's reminded of kristin. at least in her quieter moments, since that's where the similarities end; kristin's a rough one, all bark and bite, knuckles always as bloody as his own, as threatening in her hollers of endless spanish swears as she is in an actual fight. even when she'd done something like this for him, tending to a wound, he could feel the calloused grit of her fingertips, the kind of roughness found in anyone working law enforcement.
but marta's hands have the care of someone who's kept them tended to for something like this, made to treat, made to heal; even with the blood at his back, there's gentleness in the details.
he breathes steadily as she works, only giving the most subtle quiet hiss at the first press of the needle, calm through the rest. ]
Most people wouldn't think to do that — reading to them, sticking around. Even people in your line of work. Usually just see them patch things up, take their money, and go.