[That lack of apology is appreciated and by the time Dick was out of the top half of his suit and Jason was scrubbed up to his elbows, the awkwardness was starting to ebb. It was kinda nice, that quiet acceptance. It was so very different from the way he and Bruce tended to ramp each other up until one or both of them snapped.
Tossing away the paper towel he'd used to dry off his hands, Jason pulled a rather hefty looking toolbox from inside one of the lockers. It thumped hard against the table when Jason set it down and, when he flipped it open, it was full of medical supplies.]
I've got glue or sutures. Pick your poison. The sutures will leave less of a scar.
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Tossing away the paper towel he'd used to dry off his hands, Jason pulled a rather hefty looking toolbox from inside one of the lockers. It thumped hard against the table when Jason set it down and, when he flipped it open, it was full of medical supplies.]
I've got glue or sutures. Pick your poison. The sutures will leave less of a scar.