[ Dean jerks the doors open wider and Boots zooms out to go eat the food he was halfway through, leaving the two of them alone as Dean heads for the bathroom, holding one of the scraps of his shirt to the injury with a little hiss. ]
Did you want to?
[ The words slip out before he means for them to, but once they're out there he's not taking it back, lingering at the doorway of the bathroom a moment before stepping inside to grab the first aid kit and a washcloth. Wiping away the mess is easy, but his shoulders are still held tense. ]
Fine.
[ It's easier with help, he knows that. Nothing needs stitches but it's easier than juggling all of this. Dean shoves the bandages at him and starts working on disinfectant, hissing. ]
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Did you want to?
[ The words slip out before he means for them to, but once they're out there he's not taking it back, lingering at the doorway of the bathroom a moment before stepping inside to grab the first aid kit and a washcloth. Wiping away the mess is easy, but his shoulders are still held tense. ]
Fine.
[ It's easier with help, he knows that. Nothing needs stitches but it's easier than juggling all of this. Dean shoves the bandages at him and starts working on disinfectant, hissing. ]