"Yeah yeah yeah," he murmurs through his teeth, trying to sound like this is just. Normal shit. It's not; he's had his fair share of scrapes, but he can't say he's been stabbed in the gut before and gotten stitched up by a pretty doctor lady.

But it's fine! This is perfectly fine and a normal part of living here. Obviously. A lifestyle choice.

"Good fingers." Is that a weird flirt, is that flirting, maybe he shouldn't try flirting while this is going on and while it hurts. Stupid. One of these days he's gonna learn to shut his mouth, but apparently today is not that day.