[ A jaunty salute, and Harry takes off for the medical kit and the bathroom. While John is busy somewhere else in the house, Harry spends his time picking splinters out of his face, scrubbing the abrasions clean with meticulous skill, cussing under his breath because it stings and there's no putting clean bandages on that without wrapping half his head up in sloppy loops of gauze so it'll just have to stay uncovered and he'll suck it up. Harry avoids looking in the mirror for long, only for cursory glances at his wounds, washes his hands, packs the kit back up. Exits, puts the thing back where he found it.
There's a lot of fumbling about the house, he gets lost in the size of it, stretching hands up towards a ceiling he actually can't touch with a chuckle, meandering back in the direction of the entrance. Catching sight of John on the way, he sets his staff aside, shirks his duster over the back of a chair and slouches into it, propping his chin up on one hand. ] He's doing better, I take it?
[ Then he tugs the legal pad towards his edge of the table and begins to write something, his account most likely. He's not going to talk about it. Not about what happened last time. Not this close. He's not going to think about it either. Not going there. Even if he left hopping mad, still feels mad when he turns the situation over in his head-- ] You ever make change for me? For the Thai? [ WAY TO GO, MOUTH ]
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Date: 2012-11-11 03:57 am (UTC)There's a lot of fumbling about the house, he gets lost in the size of it, stretching hands up towards a ceiling he actually can't touch with a chuckle, meandering back in the direction of the entrance. Catching sight of John on the way, he sets his staff aside, shirks his duster over the back of a chair and slouches into it, propping his chin up on one hand. ] He's doing better, I take it?
[ Then he tugs the legal pad towards his edge of the table and begins to write something, his account most likely. He's not going to talk about it. Not about what happened last time. Not this close. He's not going to think about it either. Not going there. Even if he left hopping mad, still feels mad when he turns the situation over in his head-- ] You ever make change for me? For the Thai? [ WAY TO GO, MOUTH ]