[He's not surprised so much as he is disappointed-- not so much in her as in himself. He'd thought he'd made it perfectly clear that what had happened to him was not her fault. Not entirely her fault, anyway. And it wasn't as though his heart couldn't grow back. It had before, multiple times.
He says nothing to her, his eyes fixed on what remains of her arm as he continues his ministrations. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice taking on the characteristic low rumble of someone who is about to reveal a deep secret.]
I ever tell you about the time my healing factor stopped working?
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He says nothing to her, his eyes fixed on what remains of her arm as he continues his ministrations. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice taking on the characteristic low rumble of someone who is about to reveal a deep secret.]
I ever tell you about the time my healing factor stopped working?