[ The hand on Jason's arm goes to slide around his shoulder, to go up to gently card through his hair. Soft, intimate. ]
Promise.
[ The word is murmured against his hair as they press a kiss to the top of his head. ]
Finish eating, we'll get your bandages changed and then call it an early night. How's that sound?
[ They don't have anything else that can't wait until tomorrow, and Jason looks like he needs a solid twelve hours sleep, minimum. If they can help him get even a little of that, it'll be worth anything. ]
[It took longer than he cared to admit, first finishing off the last of his burger, then letting them unwrap the mess that were his hands. His knuckles were almost black, they were so bruised, with deep splits over each knuckle that bled freely once the gauze was peeled away. He'd cited splinters and there were more than a few marks that spoke to that truth, as well.
He didn't look at his hands as they tended to them. Didn't look at them, either. Shame was written clear as day on his face, but he didn't pull away. He let them rewrap his hands, holding still despite how much it had to hurt...and only when they were satisfied did he finally look up.]
[ Wren finished off their own food as well, cleaning up the dishes and getting out their own well stocked medical supplies to get Jason's hands re-wrapped. They only allowed themself one deeply worried look at him at the extent of the damage before they focused on taking care of it.
They were no doctor, but they were surprisingly on par with what was needed for people who did the kind of work Jason used to. Some experience in 'take care of it yourself instead of going to a hospital'. Then again, there was only one doctor in town with a small clinic and the actual hospital was an hour drive away with no traffic.
They were as gentle but thorough as they could be, no need to rush with it, their own hands strong and careful even as their heart broke for what turmoil had to have led to this. Whatever darkness Jason still carried, still ran from.
They pressed a soft kiss to his fingers. ]
Thank you for letting me help. Let's get you to bed, huh?
['Quiet' seemed to be the name of Jason's game. He was always kind of a quiet guy when he wasn't intentionally being loud, but he'd been quiet from the moment he'd gotten there. Not awkward or reluctant, like he was being quiet because he wanted to hide something.
Quiet like something hurt. Something beyond just his hands.
He was still as Wren first unwrapped and then cleaned the bruises and cuts. Not so much as a flinch at the antiseptic or the pressure of the fresh gauze. As Wren was an old pro at patching up wounds, Jason was an old pro at being patched up. His body was a map of old scars, after all. Surely someone who took that much of a beating was used to be patched up.
So why did a few drops of something wet fall onto Wren's hair when they bent to kiss his fresh bandages? Why did one large, clumsy hand turn to gently cup their cheek?
'You're too good for me' was on the tip of his tongue, but instead he just gave another small nod and let himself be lead through Wren's home until he could pull them down with him into the mattress, letting them get comfortable before he settled in against them, arms around their hips and ear resting on their chest so he could hear their heartbeat.]
[ It would probably be more comfortable if they'd gotten changed into pajamas, and Wren filed that thought away for later. Jason bringing some over, maybe an overnight bag to keep there. The thought warmed them almost as much as Jason did curled up against them in the bed, Wren half wrapped around him in return. They stroked their fingers through his hair as he rested it against their chest, humming a soft and easy rhythm. A Jimmy Buffet song their dad used to sing to them to get them to sleep - he didn't know any traditional lullabies, but Come Monday was sweet and easy. They hoped it would help bring Jason comfort, too. ]
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Promise.
[ The word is murmured against his hair as they press a kiss to the top of his head. ]
Finish eating, we'll get your bandages changed and then call it an early night. How's that sound?
[ They don't have anything else that can't wait until tomorrow, and Jason looks like he needs a solid twelve hours sleep, minimum. If they can help him get even a little of that, it'll be worth anything. ]
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He didn't look at his hands as they tended to them. Didn't look at them, either. Shame was written clear as day on his face, but he didn't pull away. He let them rewrap his hands, holding still despite how much it had to hurt...and only when they were satisfied did he finally look up.]
I'm sorry...
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They were no doctor, but they were surprisingly on par with what was needed for people who did the kind of work Jason used to. Some experience in 'take care of it yourself instead of going to a hospital'. Then again, there was only one doctor in town with a small clinic and the actual hospital was an hour drive away with no traffic.
They were as gentle but thorough as they could be, no need to rush with it, their own hands strong and careful even as their heart broke for what turmoil had to have led to this. Whatever darkness Jason still carried, still ran from.
They pressed a soft kiss to his fingers. ]
Thank you for letting me help. Let's get you to bed, huh?
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Quiet like something hurt. Something beyond just his hands.
He was still as Wren first unwrapped and then cleaned the bruises and cuts. Not so much as a flinch at the antiseptic or the pressure of the fresh gauze. As Wren was an old pro at patching up wounds, Jason was an old pro at being patched up. His body was a map of old scars, after all. Surely someone who took that much of a beating was used to be patched up.
So why did a few drops of something wet fall onto Wren's hair when they bent to kiss his fresh bandages? Why did one large, clumsy hand turn to gently cup their cheek?
'You're too good for me' was on the tip of his tongue, but instead he just gave another small nod and let himself be lead through Wren's home until he could pull them down with him into the mattress, letting them get comfortable before he settled in against them, arms around their hips and ear resting on their chest so he could hear their heartbeat.]
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