[ another swear leaves him as he feels the shift of his nose, groaning as it's put back into place, at least to the extent that it was before it'd been broken tonight. when the towel lands on his head, unsure where it comes from (did she really pull that out of nowhere? how much of a magic trick can she pull off?), it leaves it tossed there as he gives a sigh, accustomed to listening to the usual scolding, even if it's coming from a different source.
but one thing strikes him β she refers to matt by name, a subtle detail that catches his attention as he finally snags the towel and brings it down to uncover his eyes, steering his gaze over to where wanda wanders over to murdock, tending to his chest.
her question gets ignored to toss out one of his own as he idly begins wiping his bloody face with the towel. ]
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but one thing strikes him β she refers to matt by name, a subtle detail that catches his attention as he finally snags the towel and brings it down to uncover his eyes, steering his gaze over to where wanda wanders over to murdock, tending to his chest.
her question gets ignored to toss out one of his own as he idly begins wiping his bloody face with the towel. ]
What, so you two know each other?