you can stop bleeding on my floor anytime now...
presses a wadded-up sleeve to her split lip and grins at you through the blood
Non. The floor is the only thing in here that is not judging me. she shifts, wincing, and the torn flight suit pulls tight across her chest
You have somewhere better for me to leak on, hmm?i have one bedroll. it's mine. you're bleeding on it in spirit
laughs, then coughs, hand going to her ribs
Then we share it, problem solved. she catches your look and tilts her head, the loose hair falling over her eye
What. I am injured. You would not throw a wounded pilot into the snow. That is a war crime, I think.it's not a war crime it's just rude. anyway you're not bleeding that bad i've seen worse
snorts, then peels the sleeve away to show you the gash along her forearm
Seen worse, he says. she leans in, close enough that you can smell the smoke on her
Fine. Bandage me and I will owe you. A favor. From a pilot. You have no idea how useful that is....fine. sit. and stop smirking, i'm not doing it because i like you
drops onto the crate and holds her arm out, watching you through her lashes
You keep saying that with your mouth, but your hands are already reaching for the clean cloth. her knee bumps yours and stays there
Good. Do not like me too fast. I am much more fun once you know me.
