[WHY DO OUR PCS ALWAYS START WITH THEM MAN STANDING AT EACH OTHER,
Eunhyuk pauses, and then places the little flannel shirt of whatever's in there on a table.]
...I'm sorry, I should have knocked.
[Whatever is going through his mind is neatly tucked away behind his usual expression, he's really looking as if this is a totally normal thing Viktor is doing.
Seeing Viktor like this -- it's familiar. Anyway, Eunhyuk approaches, instead of being polite and leaving.]
The screws -- are they bothering you? [did the screws he fcking hammer fck up viktor's BRACE is that why he is BRACELESS]
Eunhyuk moves closer, circling so that he can see Viktor's back more clearly -- just to see if the skin is inflamed or red, or sore in any way. does he need to put antiseptic on this. he notes the cold sweat on Viktor's back, hm.]
I still have my kit. I'll bring it over.
[and he'll leave and come back unless viktor nails him on the head with his pliers]
[WELL, he does in fact grip the pliers a little tighter when Eunhyuk walks around behind him. Thankfully, the skin around the broken screws is a bit inflamed, so he is resisting the urge to bolt like a rabbit.
The grip on the pliers doesn't relax until Eunhyuk starts leaving. By the time Eunhyuk gets back, he's put everything down on the table and is instead simply feeling his lower back carefully with the tips of his fingers.]
[The appropriate response here would be to give Viktor space and remove himself from his presence, especially after a traumatic event (which barely describes murder. it's like calling a sinking ship tipsy).
But here he is, coming back with his little kit, knowing that perhaps his presence will make things worse.]
I know you're capable of handling it on your own. I'm the same way.
[he puts the kit on a table some distance away, carefully sorts through what he has]
But I'd still like to help. ...If that's alright with you.
[Well, Viktor could walk away, too, (slowly, badly) but here he is!! They're both so stupid. He doesn't grab for the pliers, at least. And he seems... less on edge than before.]
If I'm honest... I don't think either of us can handle shit.
[He says shit the same way someone who has said shit maybe once in their own life says it. Like he is just now practicing the word.]
...I don't mind.
[He realizes with this part, he can't really do it himself.]
ALSO HELP. NOT THE 'SHIT'. The way this takes Eunhyuk out, jostling him temporarily out of his linefaced solemnity. he presses his lips together to preserve that lineface, and then finally carefully approaches, now that he has Viktor's permission.
starts slapping bandages on jk he will carefully apply the antiseptic with like a qtip and not his ice age hands,]
Viktor turns his head away while Eunhyuk keeps working. His hands grip the edge of the table, and through a hiss, he barks out a,] Fuck! [sorta loudly in the quieter room.
Just
GETTING IT OUT THERE. Taking a page out of his sister's book. After a few moments:]
Eunhyuk's eyes crinkle a little at the corners, but in a sad way... The guilt is real and will live on with him. But his expression is forever hidden by Viktor's spindly back... He treats the last patch of red skin, then steps back, capping the tube.]
There. Let me know if they start getting irritated again. Or Dahut -- he'll know what to do too.
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Eunhyuk pauses, and then places the little flannel shirt of whatever's in there on a table.]
...I'm sorry, I should have knocked.
[Whatever is going through his mind is neatly tucked away behind his usual expression, he's really looking as if this is a totally normal thing Viktor is doing.
Seeing Viktor like this -- it's familiar. Anyway, Eunhyuk approaches, instead of being polite and leaving.]
The screws -- are they bothering you? [did the screws he fcking hammer fck up viktor's BRACE is that why he is BRACELESS]
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The hand with the pliers swings back around so it can help support him on the edge of the table. He has broken out in a cold sweat.]
It's alright...
[He doesn't begrudge someone just entering a public place. He should not do it in here, but there is nowhere else with equipment and space.]
A... little. They're... loose in the brace, so the brace... shifts around when I walk and starts irritating the skin under the screws.
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Eunhyuk moves closer, circling so that he can see Viktor's back more clearly -- just to see if the skin is inflamed or red, or sore in any way. does he need to put antiseptic on this. he notes the cold sweat on Viktor's back, hm.]
I still have my kit. I'll bring it over.
[and he'll leave and come back unless viktor nails him on the head with his pliers]
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The grip on the pliers doesn't relax until Eunhyuk starts leaving. By the time Eunhyuk gets back, he's put everything down on the table and is instead simply feeling his lower back carefully with the tips of his fingers.]
You didn't have to do that...
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But here he is, coming back with his little kit, knowing that perhaps his presence will make things worse.]
I know you're capable of handling it on your own. I'm the same way.
[he puts the kit on a table some distance away, carefully sorts through what he has]
But I'd still like to help. ...If that's alright with you.
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If I'm honest... I don't think either of us can handle shit.
[He says shit the same way someone who has said shit maybe once in their own life says it. Like he is just now practicing the word.]
...I don't mind.
[He realizes with this part, he can't really do it himself.]
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ALSO HELP. NOT THE 'SHIT'. The way this takes Eunhyuk out, jostling him temporarily out of his linefaced solemnity. he presses his lips together to preserve that lineface, and then finally carefully approaches, now that he has Viktor's permission.
starts slapping bandages on jk he will carefully apply the antiseptic with like a qtip and not his ice age hands,]
You should curse more often.
[OKAY]
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He stiffens a little and winces when Eunhyuk starts messing around with the kin under the flat head of the screws.
Bewildered, he glances over his shoulder.]
What...?
[HELLO? Well, now he's flustered he did it.]
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he does take more care to be gentle when he senses Viktor's wince,]
My sister says that it feels like taking a breath of fresh air. She loves to curse.
[stop painting this degenerate picture of your sister]
It's like stress relief for her.
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Viktor turns his head away while Eunhyuk keeps working. His hands grip the edge of the table, and through a hiss, he barks out a,] Fuck! [sorta loudly in the quieter room.
Just
GETTING IT OUT THERE. Taking a page out of his sister's book. After a few moments:]
...I guess I do feel a little better now.
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STOP. THIS IS SO FUNNY. not the way this also makes eunhyuk sad. viktor.... he was eunyoo for a whole second,]
You could also add a 'you' to that.
[IS THIS A JOKE.... perhaps not.]
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Fuck you.
[A tired fuck you for the road.]
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Eunhyuk's eyes crinkle a little at the corners, but in a sad way... The guilt is real and will live on with him. But his expression is forever hidden by Viktor's spindly back... He treats the last patch of red skin, then steps back, capping the tube.]
There. Let me know if they start getting irritated again. Or Dahut -- he'll know what to do too.
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He's quiet for a bit, like he's debating what to say.]
...I need your help to repair the screw heads so they don't rattle in the brace sockets once I can find some things. If you don't mind.
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Eunhyuk blinks back at him, clearly caught off-guard, no less surprised than if Viktor had suddenly decided to do a handstand.
...He hadn't expected that.]
...Sure. I'd be happy to help.