quarter past midnight

R E M I When last he was here Rex's townhouse was an explosion of wedding prep. Even then he hadn't particularly had the time or attention span to take a good look at his surroundings. That, and his strange eye-sight made picking out details right away incredibly hard. As it was the interior was an amalgamation of dark shapes, with Rex's pale skin and bright sapphire blue eyes shining as if internally lit. With a crooked and boyish smile he takes her hand and returns the gentle squeeze. "You need not thank me. Though I hope you do not ask for the same help any time soon." He adds with a wink, before making his way towards the fire, for indeed it is rather cold and the heat is very much appreciated. However as he sits he flinches and grabs at his shoulder. Careening his head around to try and look, roses of blood have bloomed through the thick wool of his sweater. With a weary sigh he simply lets the material go. "You do not have any first-aid training, do you? Really, it is just changing a bandage. I would but the angle..it is rather awkward on my own."