[ Kyle makes a good patient. He allows Dean to handle him without resistance, and doesn't flinch when the alcohol burn hits the wound. Up close a keen eye might notices the faded lines of scars marking the back of his hand and wrists like haphazard criss crosses. An even keener eye might not that they all seem nearly identical in whatever caused them.
His sleeve and now the bandaged cover everything though. When Dean is finished Kyle raises his hand, opening and closing his fist to test range of movement. Bandaging his hands can be more trouble than it's worth, given his particular talents and the movements required to utilize them. But he nods approvingly at Dean, offering a sincere smile. ]
Better than I could've down myself. Thanks. [ A nod at the bar. ] Think I probably owe you a drink, at least...
[ At a table behind them some patrons are having a rowdy argument over cards or dice. One man slams his hands on the top of the wooden table, threatening to turn it over. ]
no subject
His sleeve and now the bandaged cover everything though. When Dean is finished Kyle raises his hand, opening and closing his fist to test range of movement. Bandaging his hands can be more trouble than it's worth, given his particular talents and the movements required to utilize them. But he nods approvingly at Dean, offering a sincere smile. ]
Better than I could've down myself. Thanks. [ A nod at the bar. ] Think I probably owe you a drink, at least...
[ At a table behind them some patrons are having a rowdy argument over cards or dice. One man slams his hands on the top of the wooden table, threatening to turn it over. ]