[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds :0
actions that feel intimate. accepting. @mafiya.
"you don't have to—" jed huffs a sigh and leans back into his seat while mishka attends to him. a stray bullet grazed him and left him with what would scar over, and that's all he sees: another spot where the fibers would knit over and leave him MARKED. the red is something to be admired, danny supposes, but even still, mishka seems inclined to make it all disappear.
jed's arm is cradled in mishka's touch, and he doesn't dare make eye contact. looking somewhat like an impertinent child, mortified both that he ought to sit still and that mishka would fret over him, he taps fingertips over the arm of his chair. it's only once the restlessness has passed, when the silence that stretches between them has soothed his frustration, that danny allows himself to watch.
practiced hands make simple work of bandaging his wound. the gauze is pulled taut and yet, delicately so. when was the last time he'd been touched? dark eyes watch the ministrations, captivated by them, and danny is a bystander to the moment. his brow furrows and he starts to say something but—
his mouth closes and he blinks. he urges himself to push through the fascination and adopt his role again. curiosity. presence. say something, god damn it.
"thank you... i'm glad you were there. —i assume you have a lot of experience, doing this?"