[Giovanni's a tough bastard, he's already picked up on that. The brief break of pain over his expression is all that's allowed, subtle enough to be missed, breath clenched between teeth. He knows exactly what Giovanni's feeling. Dislocated shoulders weren't uncommon for soldiers who were required to pit themselves against each other, against the simulations, in tireless and unending aggression.
He's relocated his own shoulder before, too, but it's easier with someone else.]
What kinda hellhole did you come from, anyway? That thing in your neck isn't normal, and you got a brother with one too... what is it?
[Setting Giovanni's arm down on the table, he reaches next to glove his hands. There was some hydrogen peroxide under the sink; Cain uses this to soak a piece of cloth, and then he's cleaning the first entry-site of the bullet wound, gently. It's going to sting bad. Hopefully he won't have to hold Giovanni down, or find a way to get him to stay still.]
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[Giovanni's a tough bastard, he's already picked up on that. The brief break of pain over his expression is all that's allowed, subtle enough to be missed, breath clenched between teeth. He knows exactly what Giovanni's feeling. Dislocated shoulders weren't uncommon for soldiers who were required to pit themselves against each other, against the simulations, in tireless and unending aggression.
He's relocated his own shoulder before, too, but it's easier with someone else.]
What kinda hellhole did you come from, anyway? That thing in your neck isn't normal, and you got a brother with one too... what is it?
[Setting Giovanni's arm down on the table, he reaches next to glove his hands. There was some hydrogen peroxide under the sink; Cain uses this to soak a piece of cloth, and then he's cleaning the first entry-site of the bullet wound, gently. It's going to sting bad. Hopefully he won't have to hold Giovanni down, or find a way to get him to stay still.]