Halo gently takes the rag. He looks at Thatcher, "This is gonna sting a little." He says softly, beginning to clean the wound. His gaze is gentle, his hand that gripped Thatchers wrist soft and slightly calloused. He dabs away the blood, breathing gently and softly, as if cleaning wounds was a daily hobby for him. He puts the bloodied rag on the tray and grabs the rubbing alcohol, just to get any bacteria out of the way. He inspects the cut. "Not deep enough for stitches…" he mutters to himself.
Thatcher hissed sharply in pain when Halo first began to dab at the wound. When he made that noise, Nike gave a soft growl. He calmed down a bit after a moment, watching Halo work on his wrist. He liked the feeling of Halo’s gentle hands, and wondered if the rest of him felt that nice. He shook those thoughts out of his mind, looking over at Nike now instead.
"Sorry." Halo winces, looking up at Thatcher for a moment. "It's not deep enough for stitches." He says, looking back at the cut. "It's deep though. It's going to take a while to heal." He mutters, grabbing some ointment. He gently spreads it over the wound, humming softly under his breath. He wipes his hand with a clean rag and wraps the cut with a bandage. "There." he says softly, gently running his thumb over the end with tape. "We'll change it again tonight." He looks up and smiles at Thatcher.
“That’s good, and alright,” Thatcher said with a small nod. He wondered for a moment how Halo was so good at this sort of thing. But he then glanced at Halo’s wings, then over his body. Halo was so good at this because he had been hurt many times before. It angered him to think that an innocent boy like Halo could have suffered so much hurt.
Halo tilts his head, "Is everything alright? You look upset." He says softly, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks softly, his hand gently releasing Thatchers wrist.
“No, no, I’m fine,” Thatcher answered, shaking his head a bit. He couldn’t be showing those sort of emotions. It would just give him away, and he didn’t want to let Halo know anything yet. He looked down at his wrist, feeling at it with his other hand.
Halo nods slowly, hesitating slightly. He glances back and sighs softly, looking around.
Thatcher leaned back against the couch, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He looked over to where Halo’s dog was laying, watching it closely for any movement. He wondered if it would even work on an animal, and he hoped so- for Halo’s sake.
Halo watches him look over at Glitch. He looks over as well, a small breath exiting his lips. He shakes his head and looks down. "I hope your blood doesn't go to waste." He says softly. "If I made you lose 100 years of your life for nothing…"
“If I did, then it should be fine,” Thatcher said. “Like I told you before, one hundred years isn’t much to me.” He looked away after a moment, but his attention was caught again when Nike began to growl.
Halo looks up, his eyes widening. "What's she growling at?" He asks softly, looking towards the three headed dog.
Thatcher pushed to his feet, watching Nike closely. He followed her gaze, which was on Glitch as she snarled. He thought about it for a moment before he put a hand up as a way to tell Nike to stay. He stepped over to Glitch, feeling at the dog with his hands. “You’re dog must be coming back. My hound likes living, good meat. If she’s growling at your dog, she can sense something that we can’t see,” he explained.
Halo nods, walking towards Thatcher and his dog. He gently picks his dog up, holding his close to his chest. "You think so?" He asks softly.
“I’m positive,” Thatcher said. One of Nike’s heads snapped in Halo and Glitch’s direction. He watched closely, eyes narrowing softly as he looked for signs of life.
Glitch twitches slowly, before opening one of his eyes blearily. He barks softly, whining before gently licking Halos chin. Halo gives a small laugh, holding Glitch gently.
Nike gave another growl and Thatcher put his hand on her nose, causing her to go quiet. He sighed softly as he ran a hand through his hair, watching Halo and his dog. Nike gave his hand a nudge, and he glanced over his shoulder at her with a soft frown.
Glitch barks, wagging his tail before licking Halo happily. Halo laughs loudly, hugging Glitch gently. He smiles, setting Glitch down and looking towards Thatcher, "Thank you." He says softly, hugging the other.
Thatcher tensed up slightly when Halo hugged him, but after a moment he loosened up. “You’re.. Welcome, he said after a moment, loosely wrapping his arms around Halo to return the hug.
Halo smiles, looking up and smiling softly before slowly letting go, almost as if he was hesitant to do so. He picks Glitch up, hugging the dog gently.
Thatcher stepped back a tad, glancing away to avoid any eye contact. He wasn’t used to physical contact. The only other one who would every touch him was Nike.
Halo hums softly, watching as Glitch hops out of him arms and paws at Thatchers leg gently.
Thatcher looked down at Glitch, lips pursed for a moment. He bent down, picking up the small dog. He held him, stroking his fingers through his fur slowly. “He looks healthy now,” he commented.
Glitch gently licks his cheek before hopping over back to Halo's side. The fallen angel smiles softly, humming as he gently picks up his dog, nuzzling his fur.
“He is most likely hungry and dehydrated, so I would suggest feeding him and such,” Thatcher said. Nike nudged at his back, so he reached over to scratch behind her ear as for a moment.
Halo nods, grabbing the water and the food and setting it out for Glitch. Glitch barks softly and begins to eat. He chuckles softly and smiles. He leans down, petting Glitch as he ate.
