Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
It took a few moments for Ezra to come to a realisation as to what the other was hinting at. Maybe a bit more than a few moments, because he was staring back at the other for a very long time- both utterly confused and wondering if he should give a fuck about who this stranger was or what they were attempting. ''.... I don't.'' He flicked the butt of his cigar, tapping off the ash in habit. His voice was raspy and there was a slight attempt at humour, despite his natural lack-of. ''Might wanna go get a check-up, though.''












