shrikesback: (Comfortible)

[personal profile] shrikesback 2025-04-30 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
shrikesback: (Holding hands)

[personal profile] shrikesback 2025-04-30 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
shrikesback: (Embrace)

[personal profile] shrikesback 2025-05-09 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]