"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
Gilbert allows it as his shirt is unbuttoned, shrugging it off. He isn’t fond of an… acquaintance touching him this way but he doesn’t utter a word, other than nod at what he was told. He makes sure he’s sitting still, watching the other male’s every movement. He breaks his stare when the male turns around holding two bottles, a rag, and bandages. Naturally, he can dress his own wounds by himself. But he’s certain if he even tried to make an attempt in convincing this man he can take care of it, the other probably wouldn’t want to hear a word of it.
He watched as a bottle was opened, looking away so that he didn’t need to look at the bloodied gash at his side. Gilbert tensed as the liquid met with the throbbing wound, the stinging sensation came strong causing the raven to hiss & sit stiff. He pursed his lips as the stinging sensation slowly faded away but returned as water was applied after. He knew he was bleeding more, seeing the rag having a rather good amount of it from the corner of his eye whenever the male went to rinse the rag. He stares at his laps, swallowing. “Thank you. –for helping me, I mean.”
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