Date: 2011-07-29 07:24 pm (UTC)
[That gaze is just about enough to break his heart, but he holds it: steady, reassuring, and full of genuine understanding, because Owen has been through all this himself.]

...There's nothing I can say right now that will make it any better, and believe me, I know what I'm talking about. ...But I'm still sorry. I'm so very sorry, Jason, but right now, just for right now, we have to focus on getting you cleaned up.

[Owen is operating purely on auto-pilot right now, and he barely even registers putting his hand out for the scissors which smoothly glides its way out of the drugstore bag to his hand. Jason's shirt is getting cut down the middle (since the last thing he needs right now is more shoulder movement or attempting to phase) and peeled off, and he reaches out to touch his shoulder before jerking his hand back.]

...Christ. [He clears his throat.] ...This will sting. [Antiseptic cleansing is go.]
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