Not much to do but tolerate me, I suppose. [He manages, leaning over the bed to slip his shoes back on, following him into the bathroom in case he needs an extra set of hands. Of course, he absolutely is going to continue to trouble himself. He cares about Undertaker's well-being.
He stands in the doorway for the moment, turning his face away when Undertaker just pulls the glass from his shoulder, reminding himself he's seen worse. He wanted his brother get stabbed, shot a man, saw Grell impale his aunt or Undertaker impale his butler. There were worse images in his memory.
And then he glances back, nearly gagging at the sight of his nail in the wound.]
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He stands in the doorway for the moment, turning his face away when Undertaker just pulls the glass from his shoulder, reminding himself he's seen worse. He wanted his brother get stabbed, shot a man, saw Grell impale his aunt or Undertaker impale his butler. There were worse images in his memory.
And then he glances back, nearly gagging at the sight of his nail in the wound.]
Is it alright?