witheredwarren:
alxndrhenderson:
And of course Ghost wasn’t going to explain either. No, he was going to try and diffuse the situation in general. That’s what he did, that’s what he was good at. And yet, a part of him wondered if wasn’t getting into it to protect him from Aerith’s reaction. Not that he thought either partner would judge him too harshly, in fact, Alex oftentimes wished they’d get on his case some more. They were both incredibly supportive and patient, to the point where it was baffling. That’d been something he’d figured out pretty early on, that they were a team regardless of fuck ups, that they’d get through mistakes. Which was harder. Talking things through, feelings things, was all a lot harder than just saying ‘fuck you’ and leaving.
The little touch Ghost offered was comforting, calmed him down a bit. Even if it did leave a bloodied handprint against his shirt. Expression softening, he moved to press the dampened rag to the wound on Ghost’s chest carefully. Dabbing at it to try and clear the blood enough so that he could assess the damage, his gaze briefly flickered in Aerith’s direction. “I got impatient. Guy was a bit more than I could chew so someone decided to step in.” Eyes back on Ghost, the corners of his lips quirked up to offer a hint of a smile. “You should see the other bloke.” Attention on Aerith again, he shrugged his shoulders to try and convey casualty but his posture was too rigid to pull it off. @witheredwarren
“Yes,” She answered handing him the roll of bandages. Short, to the point answers made her feel more in control in moments like this. Instead of blurting out everything she was thinking.
Like that she should have gone with them, or that if she’d been there maybe it would have turned out differently.
There’s a look on her face when she locks eyes with Alex that tells him she doesn’t buy it. But it lacks any venom that would have been sent in the direction of those who’d actually done the hurting.
Her hand reached forward to find the top of his arm, for a moment. The gesture says they’d talk later, before her eyes looked back to their partner. “So it’s done?”
The mission she means, and she waits to gage their reaction before she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”
Ghost liked it better like this, when Alex was trying his best to crack jokes and Aerith was sighing in relief. He wanted to tease both of them for being so on edge with this whole thing, but he refrained. He understood the panic of seeing your partner hurt, he’d just gone full psycho murderer on a couple vampires for touching Alex, sure, but they had to realize, at some point, that he was still an immortal being with no real body. Chances are he couldn’t even bleed out if he tried. He wouldn’t put that to the test, but still.
“It’s all good, like I said,” he hummed in reassurance, taking the gauze offered and half-heartedly patching up some of the smaller cuts, at least to help out. “I just want a shower and bed. Can we do that?”
There was a healing potion on the first aid kit, he knew, that would speed up the process immensely, with the downside that it might leave him with a nasty scar or two, as opposed to just letting his body heal it properly. He motioned towards it with a flick of his fingers. “Let’s just do that, and I get a new sick scar on my chest. I’m tired.”









