[Connor slept approximately an hour and then didn't move because sometimes you're a person who only likes being touched on your own terms and you wake up curled around another person. If Dave's not awake he can't ruin it by trying to touch Connor, who still sometimes flinches when people touch him unexpectedly, so he breathes out and stays until he hears the clatter of something. He slips out of the room, forgetting he took off his jacket. It's not exactly that he cares about people seeing his arms anymore, more that sometimes it feels nice to feel like there's a barrier between him and the world. That the layers between him and other people are physical too.
He doesn't enter the kitchen, exactly, standing exactly on the threshold like he's a vampire who needs to be invited in. His hair is also loose, much longer than it looks when he has it up, and falling around his shoulders.]
I can help you with that. It's a bitch to hold the needle when you're bleeding on it.
[It's quiet, matter-of-fact like that's something he's done. Like he didn't learn how to do field surgery as a terrified teenager in the woods. That was basically a lifetime ago, as far as he's concerned, and he's stitched himself up a few times since then.]
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He doesn't enter the kitchen, exactly, standing exactly on the threshold like he's a vampire who needs to be invited in. His hair is also loose, much longer than it looks when he has it up, and falling around his shoulders.]
I can help you with that. It's a bitch to hold the needle when you're bleeding on it.
[It's quiet, matter-of-fact like that's something he's done. Like he didn't learn how to do field surgery as a terrified teenager in the woods. That was basically a lifetime ago, as far as he's concerned, and he's stitched himself up a few times since then.]