// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
He invades her space, peering in the small place where the sliver has started to burrow its way in further as she works to try and get it out at first. It doesn’t seem to work, though, turning red as the seconds go on, her skin upset at the intruder that’s managed to make its way deep. “Yeah, they’re the worst.” He agrees with a frown, one that only deepens as she mentions that she broke it off.
As she starts to withdraw from the table, though, Thorn doesn’t leave her alone for long – telling the bartender to keep an eye on his stuff (though he imagines a gummy worm might be missing when he gets back to the basket, but it’ll otherwise be intact. “Wha,” Thorn starts off with a quiet laugh as she starts digging around in her palm, nose wrinkling slightly to see the blood well up to the surface.
He steps away for the moment to snag a rag from one of the hidden closet compartments, returning to Colt about the time she’s gotten the sliver out and her arrowhead all bloody. “Here.” He offers, handing her the rag before he holds out his hands – his palms glowing a warm golden color as he waits for her to place her hand in between his so he can inject some healing in to clean up whatever she’s carved out.
As she starts to withdraw from the table, though, Thorn doesn’t leave her alone for long – telling the bartender to keep an eye on his stuff (though he imagines a gummy worm might be missing when he gets back to the basket, but it’ll otherwise be intact. “Wha,” Thorn starts off with a quiet laugh as she starts digging around in her palm, nose wrinkling slightly to see the blood well up to the surface.
He steps away for the moment to snag a rag from one of the hidden closet compartments, returning to Colt about the time she’s gotten the sliver out and her arrowhead all bloody. “Here.” He offers, handing her the rag before he holds out his hands – his palms glowing a warm golden color as he waits for her to place her hand in between his so he can inject some healing in to clean up whatever she’s carved out.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
