[Through the door they go! No one else is here right now because of the magic of pcs even though people should probably be here right now since it's the hallway of their own house...
But it's fine; he'll lead the way out, keeping Siffrin's hand in his own as he goes.]
Shall we go to your room to tend to it, or would you like to come to mine?
[ People should be, but they aren't yay pcs! Siffrin is relatively relieved, but still looks a bit antsy to be standing around so they are all the more ready to follow after him. ]
..Yours. [ .. ] If that's okay.
[ There's nothing in their room. Nothing to welcome them. ]
[He will lead the way to the room that he and Marcoh share! Welcome... It's a very funny-looking room, with Marcoh's huge-ass bed and a very pretty terrarium for Shud the frog. There's a small altar that's decorated with candles and wreathes of flowers and one pretty cross. Both of their beds have fuzzy matching throws on them, but the only other piece of furniture is an oversized bedside table that's full of books.
He'll hold the door open and gesture over toward the smaller bed.]
[ This room is so cute... Siffrin takes it all in. How funny it is that it grounds them a bit more, to see the familiarities in that he can pick apart what is Lucas and what is Marcoh. They breathe in, and out.
Quietly, they follow that gesture and shuffle over to do that like a good fella (gender neutral). Touches blankie...
Sorry Lucas, they may or may not be zoning out now. ]
[ Soft and fuzzy... They can't feel too much through their gloves but, it seems like a nice blanket. They don't bundle up though, they're already intruding enough.
They blink over, almost in a daze before they nod. It's fine. Though, they do pull off their cloak to make it a little easier. Dressed in a black turtleneck, the collar hugging a bit close to their injury unfortunately. ]
It's fine. [ Just as a blanket statement. Since he does trust Lucas to only touch around their neck, and if it hurts.. Siffrin probably won't react. Too used to the feeling and pain of it that they barely bat an eye nowadays. ]
[He'll sit beside them, then, and like this, he'll tend to their injury. Nothing fancy. He wipes his own fingers off with disinfectant and gently pulls the turtleneck down so that he can disinfect the wound with an alcohol pad. He applies an ointment to help with the healing; just from the convenience store. He carefully peels the tabs from the bandage he has, maneuvering to stick it over the nick.
It feels inadequate, ultimately, but it isn't like he can do much else.]
[ The gentle pull still surprises them, could almost hear a familiar soft gentle voice laced with anxiety hurriedly whisper apologies. Out of habit, almost says, "it's okay" out loud. But they catch themselves before they make a fool of themselves. Releasing a breath, stilling as the medical supplies apply itself from steady hands.
It may not feel like much from Lucas, but it is more than enough for Siffrin. Able to tuck their turtleneck back once it's finished and peer over to their cloak. Ah, they did get a bit of blood on the collar but.. it's fine.
[Their bloody cloak... At least the smear will come out in the wash, perhaps. At least it's on the inside, so they don't have to worry about explaining it if they don't want to. As he pulls his hands away, he lets one rest, brief and gentle, on their shoulder, and give it a very light squeeze.]
You're welcome, Siffrin, dear. Would you care to stay here with me a bit longer? We don't have to talk.
[They can just sit quietly, if the quiet is what they need, but he isn't keen on the idea of letting them sit in loneliness right now either.]
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But it's fine; he'll lead the way out, keeping Siffrin's hand in his own as he goes.]
Shall we go to your room to tend to it, or would you like to come to mine?
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..Yours. [ .. ] If that's okay.
[ There's nothing in their room. Nothing to welcome them. ]
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[He will lead the way to the room that he and Marcoh share! Welcome... It's a very funny-looking room, with Marcoh's huge-ass bed and a very pretty terrarium for Shud the frog. There's a small altar that's decorated with candles and wreathes of flowers and one pretty cross. Both of their beds have fuzzy matching throws on them, but the only other piece of furniture is an oversized bedside table that's full of books.
He'll hold the door open and gesture over toward the smaller bed.]
You can take a seat, if you'd like.
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Quietly, they follow that gesture and shuffle over to do that like a good fella (gender neutral). Touches blankie...
Sorry Lucas, they may or may not be zoning out now. ]
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You can bundle up, if you'd like. [And he'll move to sit down beside them, digging around in his lil bag for supplies.]
--I'm going to start cleaning. Please tell me if you don't want me to touch anything, or if it hurts.
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They blink over, almost in a daze before they nod. It's fine. Though, they do pull off their cloak to make it a little easier. Dressed in a black turtleneck, the collar hugging a bit close to their injury unfortunately. ]
It's fine. [ Just as a blanket statement. Since he does trust Lucas to only touch around their neck, and if it hurts.. Siffrin probably won't react. Too used to the feeling and pain of it that they barely bat an eye nowadays. ]
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It feels inadequate, ultimately, but it isn't like he can do much else.]
...Alright. That should do it for now.
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It may not feel like much from Lucas, but it is more than enough for Siffrin. Able to tuck their turtleneck back once it's finished and peer over to their cloak. Ah, they did get a bit of blood on the collar but.. it's fine.
A quiet peer back at Lucas. ] ..Thanks, Lu.
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You're welcome, Siffrin, dear. Would you care to stay here with me a bit longer? We don't have to talk.
[They can just sit quietly, if the quiet is what they need, but he isn't keen on the idea of letting them sit in loneliness right now either.]