[Look, maybe if you didn't keep trying to put your well-being on the backburner, said associate wouldn't have felt the need to barge in. --Tseng is quick learner, at least. Sephiroth will grant him that, and if he smirks at all, it's immediately obscured by a veil of silver hair as he turns.
Sephiroth makes a point not to linger anywhere. He has no inclination to be nosy, especially when Tseng is already practically squirming from how uncomfortable he is with the state of things. It's a quick in and out of the bathroom, first aid in tow.
He perches himself on the edge of the couch, adjacent to Tseng, and sets about stacking the necessary supplies next to them.
Alcohol swabs first.] May I? [A formality more than anything. Sephiroth isn't going to touch Tseng without his permission. If he has any sincere protests, speak now.]
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Sephiroth makes a point not to linger anywhere. He has no inclination to be nosy, especially when Tseng is already practically squirming from how uncomfortable he is with the state of things. It's a quick in and out of the bathroom, first aid in tow.
He perches himself on the edge of the couch, adjacent to Tseng, and sets about stacking the necessary supplies next to them.
Alcohol swabs first.] May I? [A formality more than anything. Sephiroth isn't going to touch Tseng without his permission. If he has any sincere protests, speak now.]