[He's trying, damn it. Trying to stay awake, trying to take her distraction. But he's just a man, and this. Fucking. Hurts. With the glass removed from the wounds, blood flows freely- perhaps not enough to put him in immediate danger, but the sooner they're bandaged, the better. Because honestly?
That paleness isn't just from emotional shock.
It takes him a moment to register she's spoken to him, a moment more to process the words, but when he does, he nods mutely. He doesn't spit out the spatula, but won't resist if it's tugged- and boy, those are some bite marks in the wood.]
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That paleness isn't just from emotional shock.
It takes him a moment to register she's spoken to him, a moment more to process the words, but when he does, he nods mutely. He doesn't spit out the spatula, but won't resist if it's tugged- and boy, those are some bite marks in the wood.]