Janos’ gaze flickers from the door to Josephine’s room, to the couch, and back to Roman, hesitant for a number of reasons; most of them stemming from the swell of uneasiness in his chest whenever he’s left alone with Roman. He knows Josephine loves this man, knows she trusts him, but Janos has still not been entirely convinced.
Sometimes, he wonders if that nagging doubt will ever completely disappear. Janos watches him go down the hall to the bathroom as he perches on the edge of the couch, and he wonders how much of Roman’s feelings about him mirror his own; how much, or how little, does Roman trust Janos? Is he doing this as a favor to Josephine, or to try to gain his favor? Why not just turn him away and pretend he’d never stopped by?
Shaking his head, Janos pushes those thoughts away as he shucks his jacket and button up shirt, sucking in a quiet, pained breath as the fabric bunches over his wound. He’d used his tie as a pressure bandage, and he begins to gently unwrap it, peeling it away from his bicep as Roman returns from the bathroom with the well-stocked medical kit. The kit is familiar–comforting in a morbid sense. By the time Roman is in front of him, he has the three inch gash exposed, sitting bare-chested on the couch, trying not to bleed all over it.
“–thank you. I appreciate you not waking her.” His response is delayed, quiet, as he’d not wanted to call down the hall after the other man.
“I often wonder if it is no longer appropriate for me to come here for this,” he mentions, directing a rather pointed, meaningful look in Roman’s direction.
roman has been with josephine long enough that he’s used to the people that stop by. janos, luz, shilah -- some came once and never again, and some came and never left. and janos: he came every now and then, didn’t always stay long unless josephine asked roman if he could stay the night ( even though he knew it was just out of respect; if he said no, she would either cry to him or get upset ) and they never interacted very much.
this was probably the most one on one interaction that they’ve had in all the years he’s known janos. he doesn’t think about it; he focuses on the wound in front of him, back in a place that was oddly familiar still, and is only brought back out of focus when janos speaks.
his hand doesn’t waver, but he slows for a moment before continuing to clean the wound. “ it’s only inappropriate if you make it to be. “ he says, just as pointed. “ your josephine’s friend. i wouldn’t turn you away. “
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