[and Salieri freezes for a moment, very much not expecting that.
A moment later, though, he moves to sit on the bench next to him, setting out the supplies, and reaching for his hand, batting Benjamin's own hand away as he tries to make his wounds worse]
Stop that. Weren't you ever told not to pick at your scabs?
[he huffs a bit and reaches for the antiseptic wipes, tearing them open with his teeth before gently starting to clean the area. He'll work in silence a moment, before he asks, calm as anything:]
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A moment later, though, he moves to sit on the bench next to him, setting out the supplies, and reaching for his hand, batting Benjamin's own hand away as he tries to make his wounds worse]
Stop that. Weren't you ever told not to pick at your scabs?
[he huffs a bit and reaches for the antiseptic wipes, tearing them open with his teeth before gently starting to clean the area. He'll work in silence a moment, before he asks, calm as anything:]
And who was it, then?