[That's a feeling that Jack's familiar with too - not from possession, but from his father's words.
But Jack's sigh is evidence of his capitulation. Johnny's not going to stop, and while Jack can be stubborn with the absolute best of them, he can't do it when Johnny's wearing the expression that he is, far more pleading than demanding.]
[ Johnny really doesn't want to fight him on this, and he's relieved when Jack capitulates; apparently asking really nicely helps, after all. ]
C'mon. [ He doesn't let go of him, taking him to one of the stores and snagging some of the medical supplies. Shortly after, he's taking Jack to his room and locking the door, away from the madness and the chaos, and he gestures to a chair. ]
[Jack tilts his head, gaze dropping like he's thinking about what those legs would look like in a skirt. He sits down, unwrapping his hand again and holding it up for Johnny to see the back of it.]
[ Johnny quips, ever the smartass because that's just who he is, and not even something like this is going to stop him. But he doesn't miss the way Jack looks -- and he's not sure if the man is joking, or if he's seriously thinking about him in a dress.
He inspects the damage, moves about with the dressing and the ointment to attend to him carefully. It's many minutes later that he's finally happy with his handiwork, with Jack's hand carefully bandaged up with clean dressings. ]
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But Jack's sigh is evidence of his capitulation. Johnny's not going to stop, and while Jack can be stubborn with the absolute best of them, he can't do it when Johnny's wearing the expression that he is, far more pleading than demanding.]
It isn't necessary. But alright.
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C'mon. [ He doesn't let go of him, taking him to one of the stores and snagging some of the medical supplies. Shortly after, he's taking Jack to his room and locking the door, away from the madness and the chaos, and he gestures to a chair. ]
Okay, sit. Let me see it properly.
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[Jack tilts his head, gaze dropping like he's thinking about what those legs would look like in a skirt. He sits down, unwrapping his hand again and holding it up for Johnny to see the back of it.]
I don't think amputation's going to be necessary.
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[ Johnny quips, ever the smartass because that's just who he is, and not even something like this is going to stop him. But he doesn't miss the way Jack looks -- and he's not sure if the man is joking, or if he's seriously thinking about him in a dress.
He inspects the damage, moves about with the dressing and the ointment to attend to him carefully. It's many minutes later that he's finally happy with his handiwork, with Jack's hand carefully bandaged up with clean dressings. ]
There. At least now you won't get it infected.