There was a slight sound of agreement there,because really, "And I doubt you're in any condition to deal with me if I get another concussion from falling in the shower." Not at the moment anyway. "Yeah, be more rested and you can probably help me keep my footing better," so at the very least he wasn't refusing help. That apology had gone a long way it seemed.
He let his hand fall back down on to his lap, legs stretched out in front of him, still sitting on the floor, back rested against the side of the bed.
"Give me a minute- and we still have to check you over and redo any of your stitches that popped." Of course he was going to be sticking to that. "Did you fuck up your knuckles again?"
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Date: 2019-07-18 03:44 pm (UTC)He let his hand fall back down on to his lap, legs stretched out in front of him, still sitting on the floor, back rested against the side of the bed.
"Give me a minute- and we still have to check you over and redo any of your stitches that popped." Of course he was going to be sticking to that. "Did you fuck up your knuckles again?"