Jaeger is guarded and twitchy, but not hostile in any way, and he spares a glance at Eric, at the young man's bandaged hands and gentle words.
If he understands, he won't try to take the fleshy thing away from Jaeger. Not that the big man will let it go easily, even as the bleeding continues from numerous little punctures.
"It's okay," he says, his voice even rougher than usual, barely more than a whisper. "It's nothing." Nothing compared to the other horrors he's suffered, the skilled and sadistic hand of someone who truly enjoyed their bloody art. In a way, the pain is good...grounding, even. It reminds him that he's not alone, that there's love here- love with small sharp teeth.
"I'm sorry. I should..." He should what? Go? No, he's not going anywhere. There's no place to really hide. Here might be safer. So he just goes back to "It's okay."
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If he understands, he won't try to take the fleshy thing away from Jaeger. Not that the big man will let it go easily, even as the bleeding continues from numerous little punctures.
"It's okay," he says, his voice even rougher than usual, barely more than a whisper. "It's nothing." Nothing compared to the other horrors he's suffered, the skilled and sadistic hand of someone who truly enjoyed their bloody art. In a way, the pain is good...grounding, even. It reminds him that he's not alone, that there's love here- love with small sharp teeth.
"I'm sorry. I should..." He should what? Go? No, he's not going anywhere. There's no place to really hide. Here might be safer. So he just goes back to "It's okay."