[Can a gun stop being a gun? Cain's hands halt in their work, fingers bare and bloodied from Giovanni's open gash, empathy link unavoidably opened between them like a river. Whatever Giovanni's feeling is poured into him, a dark channel that floods the background of his awareness, but it's not overwhelming enough to mess him up. He needs to navigate the stitches with careful accuracy, and he's better at that with his fingertips.
On his end is a dichotomous tangle: distraction, annoyance, confusion, frustration. Understanding, and a flicker of sympathy, like a flame deep beneath the well of his focus. He bites off the thread on the first wound, tied into a neat knot, and pauses before moving to the second.]
Doesn't matter here. You get that? [The contact of skin is bleeding into his words, an impulse that has him reaching up to take hold of Giovanni's hair - like seizing a dog by the loose scruff of his neck. As though the only way to get through to him is a physical message. It feels that way. There's too much blood everywhere, a grease on his thoughts, empathic connection making him too caught up in Giovanni's internal struggle.] This isn't that place you came from. Your shit affects the rest of us. Your shit affects me.
[He lets go, moving to the second wound with thread and needle.]
New house rule, I'm not gonna stitch you up the next time you're in a fight 'cause you didn't care what happened. Especially if it's from him. [Heine, he means.]
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On his end is a dichotomous tangle: distraction, annoyance, confusion, frustration. Understanding, and a flicker of sympathy, like a flame deep beneath the well of his focus. He bites off the thread on the first wound, tied into a neat knot, and pauses before moving to the second.]
Doesn't matter here. You get that? [The contact of skin is bleeding into his words, an impulse that has him reaching up to take hold of Giovanni's hair - like seizing a dog by the loose scruff of his neck. As though the only way to get through to him is a physical message. It feels that way. There's too much blood everywhere, a grease on his thoughts, empathic connection making him too caught up in Giovanni's internal struggle.] This isn't that place you came from. Your shit affects the rest of us. Your shit affects me.
[He lets go, moving to the second wound with thread and needle.]
New house rule, I'm not gonna stitch you up the next time you're in a fight 'cause you didn't care what happened. Especially if it's from him. [Heine, he means.]