[ He hadn't been expecting her to say anything, and when she looks over at him, he can't help the way his chest tightens at her expression. If anything the look as the opposite effect, it makes him want to jerk his hands away, drop everything that he's doing and pretend instead like this can all be fixed with a few reassuring words and kisses.
But it can't, so he does his best.
The blood almost immediately seeps through the towel as he wraps it around her arm, tight and firm, trying not to squirm when he thinks about the wound underneath, and the way her skin probably doesn't fit neatly together anymore, but isn't given a choice as he wraps the towel around. Then another, all the while doing his best not to just pass out from the sight and from his overactive imagination. It's almost comical how thick he's bandaged the wound, but his expression doesn't show the slightest hint of amusement as he ties the towel in place.
Then, he stops. Because that's it. That's his limit. He doesn't know what else to do and there are no other skills he has available to help. This is as far as he can go and he has no idea if that's enough, and it's terrifying. Should he call for help? Go out to the Sanctuary and get medical supplies? ]
Remember to keep your arm up.
[ He's just repeating himself because he's out of advice. He'd hold her hand but he's got blood on his and there's blood on hers. ]
I'm finished. You can lie down on my bed, okay?
[ But well, the blood is probably dry now anyway, and what's a little more mess consider their current state, so he reaches out to rest a hand on her head as comfort. ]
no subject
But it can't, so he does his best.
The blood almost immediately seeps through the towel as he wraps it around her arm, tight and firm, trying not to squirm when he thinks about the wound underneath, and the way her skin probably doesn't fit neatly together anymore, but isn't given a choice as he wraps the towel around. Then another, all the while doing his best not to just pass out from the sight and from his overactive imagination. It's almost comical how thick he's bandaged the wound, but his expression doesn't show the slightest hint of amusement as he ties the towel in place.
Then, he stops. Because that's it. That's his limit. He doesn't know what else to do and there are no other skills he has available to help. This is as far as he can go and he has no idea if that's enough, and it's terrifying. Should he call for help? Go out to the Sanctuary and get medical supplies? ]
Remember to keep your arm up.
[ He's just repeating himself because he's out of advice. He'd hold her hand but he's got blood on his and there's blood on hers. ]
I'm finished. You can lie down on my bed, okay?
[ But well, the blood is probably dry now anyway, and what's a little more mess consider their current state, so he reaches out to rest a hand on her head as comfort. ]