[gifted and magically displaced sounds about right for sizhui; he was different back in his homeworld in certain ways too, it only makes sense for him to be the same here.
realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.
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realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.