[blinking out of the trance that stitchwork put him in, Martin briefly has an incredulous look on his face. "big enough to get infected," she says? how is he supposed to know? Martin frowns, biting back on a want to impress exactly that before deciding...well...why not everything?
maybe she'll yell at him if he overdoes it. that's fine.
Better idea: How about you stop getting fucked up so I don't need to teach you?
[ Andy says that, but she knows it isn't likely. Archie's stupid and reckless, just like the rest of them. Just like her.
She takes a moment to wipe some of the blood off her hands and onto one of the towels — not because she cares about cleanliness, exactly, but more because it's hard to do this kind of work properly when your hands are slick. It gives Martin a moment to torture Archie — however unintentionally — before Andy turns back to see how he's doing. ]
[this bottle is nearly empty and Archie looks like he's spring-loaded and ready to launch himself through the ceiling -- even an unobservant kid like Martin can see it.]
[ What matters though is that everything's clean now! So, mission accomplished, Andy claps her son on the shoulder before getting to work on bandaging all those raw, stinging wounds up. ]
He'll be fine.
[ What, no sympathy, Andy? No compassion? ]
I know for a fact he's had worse.
[ Still, without drawing attention to it, she briefly closes her hand over the one Archie has white-knuckled in the couch cushion, giving him a fleeting but firm little squeeze. ]
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maybe she'll yell at him if he overdoes it. that's fine.
sorry Archie. this is a lot.]
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[ Andy says that, but she knows it isn't likely. Archie's stupid and reckless, just like the rest of them. Just like her.
She takes a moment to wipe some of the blood off her hands and onto one of the towels — not because she cares about cleanliness, exactly, but more because it's hard to do this kind of work properly when your hands are slick. It gives Martin a moment to torture Archie — however unintentionally — before Andy turns back to see how he's doing. ]
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really hard not to scream in martin's face. he has his arm over his eyes and is gripping the couch cushion so hard his knuckles have gone white.
it's fine.]
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[this bottle is nearly empty and Archie looks like he's spring-loaded and ready to launch himself through the ceiling -- even an unobservant kid like Martin can see it.]
Is everything going to be better?
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He'll be fine.
[ What, no sympathy, Andy? No compassion? ]
I know for a fact he's had worse.
[ Still, without drawing attention to it, she briefly closes her hand over the one Archie has white-knuckled in the couch cushion, giving him a fleeting but firm little squeeze. ]