He frowns again at the tap to the page, but he can't argue it. They're right. He can't control Dodger. Or Ernesto. Or anyone else or even them for that matter.
As difficult as it all is to swallow, it helps too. He swallows down the ache in his throat and bobs his head to show he understands. Then, carefully, he slides closer.
"I'm glad you're alive."
He doesn't know what he would've done if Dodger had actually managed to kill them. This is already bad enough.
"I'm going to find you a scarf later. Something loose. You can cover up but still let the wound breathemore than your wrapping does. Is that okay with you?"
"I ain't about to kneel over if I can help it. Not to a shithead like him."
Maybe it's just a point of pride now, to keep denying Dodger their body and life because fuck him. And Nekane knows just how low they'd stoop just to spite someone.
They slowly lean into him, making sure they don't go so fast they get sick and completely ruin the moment. Not that they don't try to anyway.
"You ain't half bad either." Nailed it. "Find an ugly one. I wanna blind everyone that looks at it if I can't tie the bandages tight."
If it's a point of pride, he can't blame them. At this point, he's regretting that Dodger's known his body even more than he already had been. But then, his will is far weaker than Nekane's with just about anything but home.
It's a twinge in his heart when the move to him, filling the space. He tucks his iced hand close and reaches the other around them. And he laughs at their ever blunt words.
"Alright," He promises. He presses a kiss to the top of their head. "Bright, ugly, and breathable. I'll make sure of it."
Just as soon as they both deal with their hangovers.
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As difficult as it all is to swallow, it helps too. He swallows down the ache in his throat and bobs his head to show he understands. Then, carefully, he slides closer.
"I'm glad you're alive."
He doesn't know what he would've done if Dodger had actually managed to kill them. This is already bad enough.
"I'm going to find you a scarf later. Something loose. You can cover up but still let the wound breathemore than your wrapping does. Is that okay with you?"
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Maybe it's just a point of pride now, to keep denying Dodger their body and life because fuck him. And Nekane knows just how low they'd stoop just to spite someone.
They slowly lean into him, making sure they don't go so fast they get sick and completely ruin the moment. Not that they don't try to anyway.
"You ain't half bad either." Nailed it. "Find an ugly one. I wanna blind everyone that looks at it if I can't tie the bandages tight."
Priorities.
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It's a twinge in his heart when the move to him, filling the space. He tucks his iced hand close and reaches the other around them. And he laughs at their ever blunt words.
"Alright," He promises. He presses a kiss to the top of their head. "Bright, ugly, and breathable. I'll make sure of it."
Just as soon as they both deal with their hangovers.