“Do it.” Dave grunted in answer. He didn’t really regret it either, he was just being a pissy moany little bitch.
Dirk sighed at him and grabbed the bottle the tattoo artist had given him and poured some out on his brother’s back. He rubbed it in gently and then offered the bottle to Dave. “Now do me.”
"Thought you'd never ask." He mumbled, leaning on Dirk's shoulder to rub in the gel. "You've got scabs n shit already."Â














