[It's perhaps telling - about Dean himself, about the family he comes from, about both - that he both feels the need to keep reminding Dick to be honest about declaring his injuries, and flicks his eyes up to meet the other man's when he answers. He takes a moment to silently muse how much easier bright blue eyes are to gauge the pupil match on than dark brown or medium hazel, but nods. He refolds the towel, presses it to the next scrape but leaves it there when he turns back to the medkit and digs around in it, shrugging dismissively.]
No big. It's not like I could just kick back up here and let you guys get your asses kicked. [He's joking and he's not, but he's also not lingering, straightening up and passing an assortment of pills along. You sure you don't want McCoy back, Dick? Dean is being pretty liberal with whatever he's pushing into your hand.] Here. You're gonna want it by the time you wake up again.
[He doesn't wait to see whether Dick is going to take the painkillers or not, he just fishes out a few more supplies and the next time he straightens up he's got an iodine swab in one hand and the needle and thread from a suture kit in the other, and he doesn't hesitate with either. It's going to hurt either way, so Dean just swipes the iodine over the gash, drops the swab so he can line up the edges with his free hand, and smoothly pulls the first stitch through. The rest will follow in deft, efficient moments, the hunter's eyes intent and focused. And as usual, at the same time, he's yammering to distract.]
I ran into a building one time. This kid I knew in the third grade, Billy Pike, he had a mountain bike and he used to let me ride it, sometimes, as long as neither of our dads saw. Anyway. So I'm pretending I'm like, a fire engine, or something, and I'm running to this fire only I don't see the gravel on the sidewalk? And boom - slid into a wall and took a header right into the library's flowerbed. Fucked up the front wheel and chipped my front tooth, and all Sam would do was holler about how I'd said a bad word when I went airborne. [He's talking and not thinking; he paves over Sam's name and the memory like he's reading a phonebook, the cadence of his voice even and constant while he works. He's done this a lot.] 'Course, Billy's dad threw a shitfit and then my Dad told him where he could shove that, and I had to mow their lawn the rest of the time we were there.
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No big. It's not like I could just kick back up here and let you guys get your asses kicked. [He's joking and he's not, but he's also not lingering, straightening up and passing an assortment of pills along. You sure you don't want McCoy back, Dick? Dean is being pretty liberal with whatever he's pushing into your hand.] Here. You're gonna want it by the time you wake up again.
[He doesn't wait to see whether Dick is going to take the painkillers or not, he just fishes out a few more supplies and the next time he straightens up he's got an iodine swab in one hand and the needle and thread from a suture kit in the other, and he doesn't hesitate with either. It's going to hurt either way, so Dean just swipes the iodine over the gash, drops the swab so he can line up the edges with his free hand, and smoothly pulls the first stitch through. The rest will follow in deft, efficient moments, the hunter's eyes intent and focused. And as usual, at the same time, he's yammering to distract.]
I ran into a building one time. This kid I knew in the third grade, Billy Pike, he had a mountain bike and he used to let me ride it, sometimes, as long as neither of our dads saw. Anyway. So I'm pretending I'm like, a fire engine, or something, and I'm running to this fire only I don't see the gravel on the sidewalk? And boom - slid into a wall and took a header right into the library's flowerbed. Fucked up the front wheel and chipped my front tooth, and all Sam would do was holler about how I'd said a bad word when I went airborne. [He's talking and not thinking; he paves over Sam's name and the memory like he's reading a phonebook, the cadence of his voice even and constant while he works. He's done this a lot.] 'Course, Billy's dad threw a shitfit and then my Dad told him where he could shove that, and I had to mow their lawn the rest of the time we were there.