Dark is the Night

[impsychic]

The screen's too big. He's pretty sure he could use it as a raft if it would float. It would probably float. He tosses a piece of popcorn up into the air and catches it as the music dies down.

A sound from behind him catches his attention and Tom half turns from where he's draped out on the couch, eyes not leaving the television.

"You're late. It's past your bedtime, you know. You've got a date with....someone....fuck what was her name." He offers half-heartedly to who can only really be Bruce.

He really was later than Tom had been expecting...but he could chew him out later. Maybe. Depends on if the reason Bruce was late was interesting.

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[impsychic]

Tom glances over at him as he starts in on the second wound, smaller at least. It was going to bruise like a motherfucker, though.

"The pipes were an accident. I was drunk." He was not. That wasn't the point, the point was his own internal narrative.

There's a lengthy pause afterwards, even if Bruce responds, and he finishes the last stitch and tie it off so he can turn and find bandages. "I don't know why we should bother. Most of the time, it's fine."

[knightbynight]

"We should bother because you may have just saved my life, but you also nearly destroyed my house."

Which is to say: "It could be fine a higher percentage of the time and I wouldn't have to choose between death and destruction."

There is a choice there.

But also

It'd be good for you.

[impsychic]

Sounds fake. There's a low rumble like an earthquake that shakes some of the fixtures briefly. "Don't be so dramatic."

He puts antiseptic and gauze patches over the wounds before finding that towel again to start cleaning some of the smaller wounds. Good enough, probably.

"I've done worse to bigger buildings. But I did just save your life so you should get off the couch so I can clean it and go lay down in that way too big bed of yours."

And get out of his face with this practicality stuff he doesn't want to acknowledge.

[knightbynight]

He gets testy and nearly growls once the stitching is done. Like his tolerance or touch in that kind of 'concerned', clinical way is wearing off.

Which is accurate.

"You don't need to clean my blood off my couch. You should watch it off your hands. After that I'm finding a building that isn't here that we can safely experiment within."

[impsychic]

He holds his hands up for the growl and stands to....frankly throw the towels away, they were his cheap hand towels anyway, who cares. "You're right, pay someone else to do it."

He glances to Bruce and then to the blood on the floor and the broken glass in the kitchen from the ruined light. "Pretty sure you're supposed to go lay down if you almost died, though. Plus, I have a show in like half an hour I want to watch." He doesn't actually care, he just cares about not....doing this. Thing.

He starts cleaning....anything else. Whatever else looks out of place, before finally getting to his hands as an after thought.

[knightbynight]

Bruce might not have nerve endings. He certainly doesn't have any sense, because he gets up and starts cleaning up the couch he was on, and eyeing Tom.

He leaves it alone until the light bulb and then - "Be careful with the glass, and what's the show?"

Breathe.

He's going to do the thing, anyway, but he doesn't have to talk about it.