[Less is more sometimes, and in this case - at the very least - it is enough. Because they're not confidants. Hell, they're not really even friends.
They're more work acquaintances, though working with her is easier than working with a fair few of the other killjoys, by far.
Still, that she'd given him ammunition as a trade in kind... it takes a measure of tension out of his frame as he moves to sit on the corner of the bed, leans back slightly to prop himself on his palms to give her better access to the wound.
Frowning at the skin, he finally just shakes his head.]
Better not to. If it's taped shut the skin should knit together easily enough.
[Cutting stitches out of skin forced to heal at an accelerated rate isn't worth the annoyance that comes of it.]
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They're more work acquaintances, though working with her is easier than working with a fair few of the other killjoys, by far.
Still, that she'd given him ammunition as a trade in kind... it takes a measure of tension out of his frame as he moves to sit on the corner of the bed, leans back slightly to prop himself on his palms to give her better access to the wound.
Frowning at the skin, he finally just shakes his head.]
Better not to. If it's taped shut the skin should knit together easily enough.
[Cutting stitches out of skin forced to heal at an accelerated rate isn't worth the annoyance that comes of it.]