[He's sat up on his bed in shorts and nothing else when V gets there, staring intently at the wall. Partially to avoid looking at the burns in general, partially because... well. They don't look particularly bad - like something splashed on him, by the looks of things - but they're on his arm and spreading onto the side of his chest a little.
(he's not covering himself, because he needs to deal with the burns before he can get clothes on and it's bad enough having to touch his chest while he's fully clothed, let alone shirtless and all-too-aware of the throb of the burns)]
[He looks at her (he still thinks "her", he doesn't know) and tries to size up the damage, figure out how badly she's hurt (because she makes a fuss, when it's small, so this must be big).
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ok done
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I put down my phone for five minutes, and I come back to this.
(I'm busy.)
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i got turned on thinking about it its your job to fix this
because its your dumb long soft hair that caused it
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We are going to live on takeout for another day. Don't complain about it later, it's your fault.
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need your help
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What happened?
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i
would you deal with it for me
its just
you know
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I'm coming upstairs.
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[He's sat up on his bed in shorts and nothing else when V gets there, staring intently at the wall. Partially to avoid looking at the burns in general, partially because... well. They don't look particularly bad - like something splashed on him, by the looks of things - but they're on his arm and spreading onto the side of his chest a little.
(he's not covering himself, because he needs to deal with the burns before he can get clothes on and it's bad enough having to touch his chest while he's fully clothed, let alone shirtless and all-too-aware of the throb of the burns)]
...V.
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He sits on the edge of the bed.]
...it doesn't look bad.
[Light burns. It should be reassuring.]
But...we should still put something on it.
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[V will think he means the burns, he assumes.
(it's not as though it isn't the burns, it's just also--)
Slowly, IV turns a little to let V at his chest, still steadfastly staring away.]
Can you...?
typing she in these is making me feel like an awful person
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