[He rolled his eyes, shooting Dick a familiar lopsided smirk before he turned back to his supplies.]
I mean, you said it, not me.
[He set up quickly, pulling on gloves and laying out a sterile field to lay his tools out on before he was gesturing for Dick to lay back down and get comfortable so he could start cleaning out the slash.]
What was this, anyway? A pocket knife? You going soft in your old age?
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I mean, you said it, not me.
[He set up quickly, pulling on gloves and laying out a sterile field to lay his tools out on before he was gesturing for Dick to lay back down and get comfortable so he could start cleaning out the slash.]
What was this, anyway? A pocket knife? You going soft in your old age?