And I thoroughly appreciate the red carpet you're bleeding out for me.
[Two can play the bitch game, buddy.
But still, he strolls into the infirmary looking for the face he's very familiar with thanks to Maggie; his own has a large bruise on one temple, and what looks like a deep scalpel line carved around his face, that goes down his neck and out his extra-short sleeves down to his palms, scything through fractal-like, spider-webbing patterns that wrap around both wrists up to his elbows; and across every inch of skin are small, rounded scars, like buckshot or gouged holes, but unlike every other mark, these have been healed for years now.
And when he spots Shaun's bed, he snags a chair to come spins it around to sit backwards on it with his Inmate, with the casual intimacy of the overly-familiar.]
[Shaun, meanwhile, is bandaged on the back of his head, but all it's doing is keeping the blood from going anywhere, because he is definitely still bleeding. He's uncomfortable and irritable after days of nonstop bleeding and being stuck in the infirmary. That will not stop him from commenting on Tim's appearance, though.]
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[Which should hopefully speak volumes for his care with Kimberly-Anne.]
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I'm in the infirmary until this damn flood is over. You can come by, I guess.
[So welcoming.]
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[Two can play the bitch game, buddy.
But still, he strolls into the infirmary looking for the face he's very familiar with thanks to Maggie; his own has a large bruise on one temple, and what looks like a deep scalpel line carved around his face, that goes down his neck and out his extra-short sleeves down to his palms, scything through fractal-like, spider-webbing patterns that wrap around both wrists up to his elbows; and across every inch of skin are small, rounded scars, like buckshot or gouged holes, but unlike every other mark, these have been healed for years now.
And when he spots Shaun's bed, he snags a chair to come spins it around to sit backwards on it with his Inmate, with the casual intimacy of the overly-familiar.]
Pleasure to make your formal acquaintance, Shaun.
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Same.
You look like hell.
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[It'll be a fun surprise for Shaun later when the worm scars don't disappear.]
I'm sure you've heard that talking about the wound is going to make the bleeding lay off, right?
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Yeah. I've heard. I'd rather wait it out, though. How long can it last, anyway?
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[There's a dry affect to his tone, but his expression isn't kidding.]
So it's probably in your best interest to at least pretend you care about not dying.
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Dead people don't get to talk shit.
[He turns his attention back to Tim.]
I thought death wasn't permanent here.
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So--what. If I tell you I'm bleeding, it will stop? I'm bleeding.
[Is someone being deliberately obtuse about the nature of this flood? Yes. Yes, he is.]