Peroxide first, shoulder later. Chuck smells of seasalt and brine – they both do – so he’ll need his cuts wiped down, and thoroughly. Raleigh gets the fingertip of one glove between his teeth to pull the whole thing off, uncapping the bottle with newly stiff fingers that don’t shake at all as he dampens a soft cotton ball.
He guessed with the way they've been talking that Chuck wouldn’t tend his own wounds, that there’s a mutual understanding Raleigh would, but he’s still unsure how to proceed, hovering. His pause doesn't last too long - not more than a second before Raleigh slides closer, careful not to let the supplies tumble out of his lap.
Chuck’s expression is unreadable. Raleigh wonders what he’s thinking in there.
The cut's on the other side of Chuck's face; Raleigh eyes it from this angle, hands out in front of him. ] Here -- [ Chuck's still not facing him. ] Gotta look at me me for this.
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Peroxide first, shoulder later. Chuck smells of seasalt and brine – they both do – so he’ll need his cuts wiped down, and thoroughly. Raleigh gets the fingertip of one glove between his teeth to pull the whole thing off, uncapping the bottle with newly stiff fingers that don’t shake at all as he dampens a soft cotton ball.
He guessed with the way they've been talking that Chuck wouldn’t tend his own wounds, that there’s a mutual understanding Raleigh would, but he’s still unsure how to proceed, hovering. His pause doesn't last too long - not more than a second before Raleigh slides closer, careful not to let the supplies tumble out of his lap.
Chuck’s expression is unreadable. Raleigh wonders what he’s thinking in there.
The cut's on the other side of Chuck's face; Raleigh eyes it from this angle, hands out in front of him. ] Here -- [ Chuck's still not facing him. ] Gotta look at me me for this.