[He's heard some of the fan-scuttle about the scars but never really paid attention. Now Tommy's seen them for himself but with the events leading up to it he won't think about how they looked until later; right now he's not trying to cover them up, he's trying to put her back together, to convince both of them that everything's fine. It's fine. His fingers pause, having pulled soaked cotton together with denim when Eddie puts her hand on him and the contact is the thing that causes his brain to register her words. Fine. There's no more danger and they're both safe.
Now, for Tommy, the rest of the world rushes back in. His arm falls away.]
I'm glad. Just doing [but it's not his job, or his duty] what I can. [He finally hears the Tommy, estás sangrando from behind him and reaches up to touch his neck; his fingers come away red with blood.] Guess we both need the medic. [Though he'd rather crawl into that bottle of tequila they were talking about earlier until his nerves cut the racket.]
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Date: 2025-05-23 05:04 pm (UTC)Now, for Tommy, the rest of the world rushes back in. His arm falls away.]
I'm glad. Just doing [but it's not his job, or his duty] what I can. [He finally hears the Tommy, estás sangrando from behind him and reaches up to touch his neck; his fingers come away red with blood.] Guess we both need the medic. [Though he'd rather crawl into that bottle of tequila they were talking about earlier until his nerves cut the racket.]