cohero | beep beep super late tag dump incoming (Reply)

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[ Hard to say what the skeptical wrinkle to his nose takes aim at, or what it wrinkles at the most—the surprise announcement? The sentiment lurking behind an I would never—? Dick's imitation of hamburger helper? For the time being, the other's state takes precedence over all else, housing arrangements included. Mat hits the pause button on his confusion in favor of the time sensitive item on the agenda. ]

I take it that's another concussion talking. Well, stay down before you fall down and finish the job.

[ If first aid supplies had a social security number, he'd have it memorized with how intimate of friends he's become with them since meeting Dick Grayson. The correlation speaks for itself. Little wonder the other has so much disposable cash, for that matter; he needs it to fund his bandage supply.

Retrieving the kit, he sets it down next to the other, more at ease than he'd like to be cracking its lid. Mat makes a series of faces not unlike going through the twelve stages of grief—all the more scrunched up and frowning once the extent of the damage is visible—but his hands are sure, assembling what he needs. An even more familiar tool in his toolbelt is a characteristic string of commentary while doing so. ]

Fent and staples. That's a relief. Here I was worried it was serious.