*He unthreads Wright's belt from the loops of the bloodstained jeans and hands it back to him, putting the jeans and sweatshirt on the floor next to the fire afterwards. Then he makes a more careful inspection of the open cuts, frowning up at the light.
His gazes settles on the medical bracelet briefly, then meets Wright's eyes immediately after, but he doesn't ask, instead looking around the room for the best lit area.
Abruptly, he crosses to the window, putting the first aid kit down on the folding stool that often acts as a makesift table, then extracting a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of cotton wool from the small green box.
He gestures to Wright to follow him, pointing at the cushioned window seat firmly.*
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His gazes settles on the medical bracelet briefly, then meets Wright's eyes immediately after, but he doesn't ask, instead looking around the room for the best lit area.
Abruptly, he crosses to the window, putting the first aid kit down on the folding stool that often acts as a makesift table, then extracting a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of cotton wool from the small green box.
He gestures to Wright to follow him, pointing at the cushioned window seat firmly.*
Sit.