[ with his face turned away from her, he can give a slight roll of his eyes, paired with an almost humorless chuckle, since apparently it seems she's going to be joining in league with some of the other women on this station who seem insistent that he isn't as bad as he makes himself seem. not that vocalizing it with honesty ever seems to make much of a difference. maybe they just have to learn the hard way that he's exactly as disastrous as it says on the tin.
but he's not going to get on her case about that now while she's doing him a favor, figuring he could at least spare her from the lecture about his personal demons (which seems to be an ongoing trend every time he has one of those aforementioned women in his bedroom, paired with their stubborn insistence of their more positive expectations from him).
she tends to the wound far more than he would have if he'd been able to reach it, only slightly close to saying something about not bothering with the actual bandaging before he decides against it.
when she straightens up, he gives his own back a light stretch, just to feel the difference of a stitched up wound compared to an open bleeding one. ]
Probably not. [ he looks at her with a smirk, honest with his answer, before he stands, turning to her. ] I'll at least try to behave enough so that your hard work on this one doesn't go to waste.
[ she likes to think her work would warrant at least that much care, but it's not like she'll make a habit of holding her breath about it. after everything she's heard about the people on this station (both by those making the messes and the ones having to clean them up) marta can only assume that kind of self-preservation is an uncommon trait.
and given the generous smattering of scars all over kovacs' bared skin, he's likely one of the worst of them. ]
That'll have to be good enough for me, [ she sighs, resigned. checking to make sure she's got everything, she assumes her welcome has met its end and sees herself to the door. there, she gives him one last glance, one last reminder: ]
[ he can at least ease up on the intense training for a little while, even if these days it's mostly to give himself something to keep him busy, feeling a bit on edge at times while he isn't too certain what to do with himself while trapped in a space without a mission in mind, without a purpose to keep him moving. honestly, if he's not fighting, he might as well be sleeping, which is ultimately going to be for the best for both his exhaustion and the wound he promises to keep from opening again.
reaching for a fresher clean shirt, he slips it on over his shoulders, fingers slowly closing up the buttons as he watches her walk towards the door. ]
I'll avoid the house call next time too. [ not that it's bothered him having her here, but he imagines she'd probably be more comfortable in her own territory.
watching her for a moment, he sighs, honest when he adds, ] Thanks for this.
[ it doesn't much matter to her where she works; from clinics in cuba to hospitals in massachusetts and eventually the thrombey estate, she's grown quite adept at adapting, doing what she can with what she has. but it doesn't seem necessary to clarify, so she merely nods in acknowledgment before making that turn to leaveβ
it's the sincerity in his voice that draws her back, prompts a faint smile on her lips. ]
Of course.
[ and, in case he makes the mistake of thinking this were anything close to an inconvenience, she adds: ]
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but he's not going to get on her case about that now while she's doing him a favor, figuring he could at least spare her from the lecture about his personal demons (which seems to be an ongoing trend every time he has one of those aforementioned women in his bedroom, paired with their stubborn insistence of their more positive expectations from him).
she tends to the wound far more than he would have if he'd been able to reach it, only slightly close to saying something about not bothering with the actual bandaging before he decides against it.
when she straightens up, he gives his own back a light stretch, just to feel the difference of a stitched up wound compared to an open bleeding one. ]
Probably not. [ he looks at her with a smirk, honest with his answer, before he stands, turning to her. ] I'll at least try to behave enough so that your hard work on this one doesn't go to waste.
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and given the generous smattering of scars all over kovacs' bared skin, he's likely one of the worst of them. ]
That'll have to be good enough for me, [ she sighs, resigned. checking to make sure she's got everything, she assumes her welcome has met its end and sees herself to the door. there, she gives him one last glance, one last reminder: ]
You know where to find me anyway.
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reaching for a fresher clean shirt, he slips it on over his shoulders, fingers slowly closing up the buttons as he watches her walk towards the door. ]
I'll avoid the house call next time too. [ not that it's bothered him having her here, but he imagines she'd probably be more comfortable in her own territory.
watching her for a moment, he sighs, honest when he adds, ] Thanks for this.
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it's the sincerity in his voice that draws her back, prompts a faint smile on her lips. ]
Of course.
[ and, in case he makes the mistake of thinking this were anything close to an inconvenience, she adds: ]
I'm glad you called.