'It's not you, it's me'. [Another choked noise that sounds like the distant cousin of a laugh. She shifts and tracks his progress around the room without looking at his face. The saline and gauze gets favored with a stare as though he's offering something entirely foreign, before she takes both and goes to work with distracted precision.
She's remembering him wrapping up her fingers next to the tiny fire.
I'm the one who hasn't worked himself bloody to prove a point.
Bad enough coming from a stranger. Her hand fists around the gauze and she swings at his face hard enough to pull sore muscles, strangling a yell.]
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She's remembering him wrapping up her fingers next to the tiny fire.
I'm the one who hasn't worked himself bloody to prove a point.
Bad enough coming from a stranger. Her hand fists around the gauze and she swings at his face hard enough to pull sore muscles, strangling a yell.]