[ he relaxes when the bleeding stops, but only a little. he's still wound tight like a spring that's about to snap, but his shoulders return to a neutral position. he shrugs with his good arm just after though, a small movement like always. ]

I'm pretty good at sewing, but I've never been able to make leather repair sit properly. I wouldn't mind the help, thanks.

[ he watches connor, but it's dark enough in here that he takes off his broken shades and sets them on the counter. his eyes are bright orange to contrast dave's red, and the light color at least partially explains the shades inside the house deal he has going on.

the question surprises him, but he appreciates it. normally he'd tell connor to try not to touch him, but he's tired enough that he just wants this over with as soon as possible. ]

No, go ahead.

[ he shifts, silent a moment, before continuing. ]

I didn't get a chance to kill him, we got interrupted. [ he runs his tongue over his teeth. ]

But I managed to do enough damage he might reconsider trying again. He's a real piece of fuckin' work.