[ Jefferson rubs his eyes, but he nods at the suggestion, relaxing somewhat at Brock's touch. Once the school's open again, he can ask if there's a Grace enrolled. Or would her name be Paige? That particular name rings false, but is in his head, anyway, and he's not sure what to make of it.
At Rumlow's urging, he crosses his leg over his knee, trying to keep it elevated, his eyes drifting over to the tub. Might as well get his pants off, he supposes, since they're wet, anyway, cold and clinging to his skin. So, congratulations, Brock: you've gotten Jefferson out of his pants! He manages to remove the belt and slide his pants down without putting his injured foot back on the ground, then scoots to the edge of the toilet so that he can stick his foot in the bathtub.
He's sure he looks silly now, overdressed from the waist up, and wearing nothing but his underwear from the waist down. So he starts to unbutton his waistcoat and pull his scarf off. Brock's seen the scar so many times now, anyway, that he doesn't feel the need to hide it from him. ]
I don't need stitches, right? I don't... want to go to the hospital.
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At Rumlow's urging, he crosses his leg over his knee, trying to keep it elevated, his eyes drifting over to the tub. Might as well get his pants off, he supposes, since they're wet, anyway, cold and clinging to his skin. So, congratulations, Brock: you've gotten Jefferson out of his pants! He manages to remove the belt and slide his pants down without putting his injured foot back on the ground, then scoots to the edge of the toilet so that he can stick his foot in the bathtub.
He's sure he looks silly now, overdressed from the waist up, and wearing nothing but his underwear from the waist down. So he starts to unbutton his waistcoat and pull his scarf off. Brock's seen the scar so many times now, anyway, that he doesn't feel the need to hide it from him. ]
I don't need stitches, right? I don't... want to go to the hospital.