@prcphesiied: ♟ : Patching up a wound
“You’d think with how often we do this it’d be old hat.” Jack watched Harry swipe at the blood oozing from his shoulder for a second before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up. He took a long drag and blew out the smoke, speaking around the obstruction. “Patching up wounds, I mean. Not skateboarding. Clearly this is the reason we never skate anymore.”
The things he got up to, or in to, when he was around Harry always made Jack feel more alive. There weren’t many people in this world who were willing to go along with Jack’s hare-brained schemes, but Harry was always to be relied on in that department.
Their rag caught on a bit of grit that had Jack hissing. “Careful with the goods, love, I’ve still gotta use that arm.”