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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[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.