[ He nods, knowing exactly what Jayden means. He's been struggling himself, picking at his own wounds. There's still blood under his nails from it, but he's not had any real success in getting them all. Seems every time he tries, more spring up while he's tending to thorns elsewhere. ]
They go deep, don't they? It's gonna hurt.
[ Accepting the bone shard, he skims his thumb across the sharp edge and deems it appropriate enough for the work that needs to be done. So he sits, finding the spot next to Jayden, facing the opposite direction and reaching out to carefully take hold of the other man's left arm.
It's damn dark, but what light Blake can muster shows him enough. The wound is jagged and bloody, the skin around it angry. The blood has spread. Blake experimentally swipes over the gash with a finger, feeling for thorns. ]
Here?
[ He thinks he feels something, but he's not sure and looks up for confirmation. ]
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They go deep, don't they? It's gonna hurt.
[ Accepting the bone shard, he skims his thumb across the sharp edge and deems it appropriate enough for the work that needs to be done. So he sits, finding the spot next to Jayden, facing the opposite direction and reaching out to carefully take hold of the other man's left arm.
It's damn dark, but what light Blake can muster shows him enough. The wound is jagged and bloody, the skin around it angry. The blood has spread. Blake experimentally swipes over the gash with a finger, feeling for thorns. ]
Here?
[ He thinks he feels something, but he's not sure and looks up for confirmation. ]