[ Tentatively he feels at the bandage around his throat, finding the knot and the gauze, swallowing to make sure it isn't uncomfortable. It's a light sort of pressure and one he hopes will graduate to normal plaster bandages quickly, if only because he doesn't really want to wear a turtleneck in this weather.
An ironic train of thought he finds completely derailed when Wade tells him that his shirt is effectively too low. Nate grimaces without bothering to hide his disgust at the idea of wearing anything higher than a crew-neck. ]
Pass. [ He thumbs at the collar of his Henley briefly, the fabric tacky with drying blood. ] I'll wear a turtleneck when I'm dead.
[ Nate turns to get up and winces, feeling his sides sting and his palm immediately shifts to soothe the spot in question. He settles back in the chair again with a dense sigh. ]
...How much of a raise do I need to give you to look at my side?
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An ironic train of thought he finds completely derailed when Wade tells him that his shirt is effectively too low. Nate grimaces without bothering to hide his disgust at the idea of wearing anything higher than a crew-neck. ]
Pass. [ He thumbs at the collar of his Henley briefly, the fabric tacky with drying blood. ] I'll wear a turtleneck when I'm dead.
[ Nate turns to get up and winces, feeling his sides sting and his palm immediately shifts to soothe the spot in question. He settles back in the chair again with a dense sigh. ]
...How much of a raise do I need to give you to look at my side?