[It's all very familiar. Having Rosso sit down on the toilet to be tended to, except it's a different kind of aftermath. He's not having to wrap and dress horrible burns, but instead working to slowly clean and disinfect the large gashes and cuts all across his body showing through the rips and tears in his clothing. Each one gets a moment of care, and Adrian frankly doesn't care how long it takes him to do, either.
He's stoney and silent as he works, knelt down in front of Rosso as he tackles the injuries one by one. Wash, clean, disinfect, dress. Repeat, ad nauseum. Wash away blood that came from someone else wish a washcloth before moving to the next wound.
It isn't until Adrian reaches that cut ear that he says anything at all, gaze narrowing. It's natural reflex, by now, the way his second pair of arms suddenly shift out of his body so that one of his lower hands can hold onto the disinfectant for him as he cleans the dirt out of his ear. These may work different than the ones he had for ten years, but it's kindof like riding a bike. You don't forget.]
You scared the shit out of me. You know that?
[It's accusatory, but mostly...stressed. Strained.]
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He's stoney and silent as he works, knelt down in front of Rosso as he tackles the injuries one by one. Wash, clean, disinfect, dress. Repeat, ad nauseum. Wash away blood that came from someone else wish a washcloth before moving to the next wound.
It isn't until Adrian reaches that cut ear that he says anything at all, gaze narrowing. It's natural reflex, by now, the way his second pair of arms suddenly shift out of his body so that one of his lower hands can hold onto the disinfectant for him as he cleans the dirt out of his ear. These may work different than the ones he had for ten years, but it's kindof like riding a bike. You don't forget.]
You scared the shit out of me. You know that?
[It's accusatory, but mostly...stressed. Strained.]