[Ronan doesn't look, and he's careful about it, and Adam knows he should be grateful. But what little vanity he has is stung, a bit, because if anyone in the world should want to look at him, shouldn't it be Ronan? And if Ronan doesn't want to, will anyone, ever?
But he didn't come here for that, and he can't let it distract him, because it's selfish and pretty stupid. Ronan pulls the bandage off, and Adam looks down as well, checking the progress of the wound. It's stitched up, a better job than Adam could have done, and healing pretty well, though it's only been a few days. It might scar, but it shouldn't be too bad, and so long as he keeps it clean it won't get infected.
And that shouldn't be hard. Adam hasn't left the house since it happened. He knows he's no match against someone with a rifle with knows how to use it and wants him dead. He's safer here, hidden away, even if makes him feel a little bit like a caged animal.
He blinks at Ronan for a moment when Ronan asks his question, and then can't quite keep a tiny smile from his face. Maybe Ronan is more distracted than he seemed. Adam shouldn't be pleased by that, but he is, and he really doesn't have it in him to give Ronan a hard time about it. He'll just hold on to that tiny kernel of knowledge that he can distract Ronan Lynch, and let himself enjoy it.]
Yeah, if you don't mind.
[He finds the tube of antibiotic ointment in the pile of things he brought, holds it out.]
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But he didn't come here for that, and he can't let it distract him, because it's selfish and pretty stupid. Ronan pulls the bandage off, and Adam looks down as well, checking the progress of the wound. It's stitched up, a better job than Adam could have done, and healing pretty well, though it's only been a few days. It might scar, but it shouldn't be too bad, and so long as he keeps it clean it won't get infected.
And that shouldn't be hard. Adam hasn't left the house since it happened. He knows he's no match against someone with a rifle with knows how to use it and wants him dead. He's safer here, hidden away, even if makes him feel a little bit like a caged animal.
He blinks at Ronan for a moment when Ronan asks his question, and then can't quite keep a tiny smile from his face. Maybe Ronan is more distracted than he seemed. Adam shouldn't be pleased by that, but he is, and he really doesn't have it in him to give Ronan a hard time about it. He'll just hold on to that tiny kernel of knowledge that he can distract Ronan Lynch, and let himself enjoy it.]
Yeah, if you don't mind.
[He finds the tube of antibiotic ointment in the pile of things he brought, holds it out.]
Just a little would be okay.