"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he hurries into the bathroom to see the damage. Jacobi, for all his faults, is relatively untouched, save for the scars peeking out from the collar of his hoodie and his hands that are so scarred that too much use will make them ache.
"Come on." He reaches out for a towel to dry him off.
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Date: 2022-10-09 11:07 pm (UTC)"Come on." He reaches out for a towel to dry him off.