[Connor stays on the threshold, waiting, until Dirk relents. Then he crosses the space between them and kneels to get a better look at what he's dealing with. His hand hovers over the knife wound, not quite touching.]
Let's make the most of the night, like we're gonna die young. [The quiet song stops the flow of the blood, but doesn't do much else. He pulls his hand away.] I can fix the jacket later, if you want.
[Standing, Connor locates the discarded needle and another alcohol wipe. Normally he'd run the needle through fire, but he doubts Dirk has the patience to do this right. Instead he kneels back down and looks up at Dirk.]
Can I touch you, or would you prefer I try not to?
[Like, touching Dirk at least some is unavoidable but he can absolutely try and avoid it as much as possible.]
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Let's make the most of the night, like we're gonna die young. [The quiet song stops the flow of the blood, but doesn't do much else. He pulls his hand away.] I can fix the jacket later, if you want.
[Standing, Connor locates the discarded needle and another alcohol wipe. Normally he'd run the needle through fire, but he doubts Dirk has the patience to do this right. Instead he kneels back down and looks up at Dirk.]
Can I touch you, or would you prefer I try not to?
[Like, touching Dirk at least some is unavoidable but he can absolutely try and avoid it as much as possible.]