Good. [Because if he'd been a little more careless with his words, Jin probably would've just clocked him.
And then he falls silent, too. Seeing as Asher's not willing to take his gloves off himself, Jin, playing medic, reaches forward to take his hands. He pulls his gloves off with care, discarding them to the side without much ceremony, then holds each hand he works on steady. For a few moments, there's only the sound of Jin slowly unraveling the wraps that bind Asher's knuckles, the soft hush of fabric unfurling and coming to rest on the training room floor.
He speaks at last, barely more than a murmur.]
Jeez. You really did a number on yourself, didn't you.
[The raw mess of unhealed scab and congealing blood he holds is what he expects. Doesn't make it any prettier, though.]
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And then he falls silent, too. Seeing as Asher's not willing to take his gloves off himself, Jin, playing medic, reaches forward to take his hands. He pulls his gloves off with care, discarding them to the side without much ceremony, then holds each hand he works on steady. For a few moments, there's only the sound of Jin slowly unraveling the wraps that bind Asher's knuckles, the soft hush of fabric unfurling and coming to rest on the training room floor.
He speaks at last, barely more than a murmur.]
Jeez. You really did a number on yourself, didn't you.
[The raw mess of unhealed scab and congealing blood he holds is what he expects. Doesn't make it any prettier, though.]