burningrescue | lio catch all

[Their room. Galo. Sure.

Dragging his flamethrower with him all the way up there, setting it against the wall for now. He actually nods when Galo expresses an opinion, sighing out deeply. It's been a long night. It's been an excruciatingly long week. He doesn't respond further for now.

He actually.

Flops down backwards onto the bed. ]

Ugh. Is it okay if I use your shower?

[You can use your own shower, Galo. No, he actually has reasons for not wanting to go over there right now. He feels pretty bad!]

[Just. Laying there. He obviously can't sleep, but he can be so tired that he can't do anything but lay there for a bit.]

Do what you want.

[just remove his pillow first.]

Thanks.

[Just going to drag himself to the bathtub, sit down in it, and let the shower run over him. He doesn't even get undressed, but he does toss Lio's pillow out.

He's exactly as tired (literally exactly), and leaning back against the edge of the tub while he lets water clean his wound.]

[Eventually, and i do mean eventually, he drags himself up - assuming Galo is still in the bathtub, and just rudely walking into the bathroom - sticking his head in. What if he actually was naked in there. God. Rude.]

Hurry up.

Mmm.

[Grumbling. He wasn't asleep, but he was on the verge of passing out, but is somehow unable to. But he nods, and starts picking himself up, nearly slipping as he does. Grabbing for a towel.]

[He'll feel a slight pinch of fear when he almost slips? Don't survive a murder hospital to die bleeding out in the bathroom, Galo. Apparently just being rude, watching all this with the door open now.]

. . . Do you need the medical supplies.

I gotta bandage this up. I brought some.

[Getting out of the tub, getting water absolutely everywhere. Drying off with the towel and just dropping his pants right here and wrapping the towel around his waist instead, like this is a locker room.]

Just needed to clean it.

[If he's not gonna leave the bathroom to do this, then, fine. This is a locker room now. He . . . does look away when Galo just drops his fucking pants, but then he drops his own pants? It's fine. He's too tired to remove his shirt, just pulling the same move where he just stands in the shower in most of his clothes still. He does stand, hissing a little when the water hits his. Friggin' bite marks.]

[He's too tired to do anything but stare openly and obviously transmit his dumb crush at Lio, but then he remembers to go bandage up. Yeah. So, he does that while Lio showers, and then changes to a pair of pants he left lying around and collapses on the bed himself.]

[He's obviously just standing here in the shower, trying not to think about . . . whatever Galo is doing, who is just over there, doing stuff. It's fine. Aggressively staring forward, just letting the water run over him. Eventually, he's had enough, stumbling out still dripping wet, and just dragging whatever is dry out of the closet, dumping the wet stuff on the ground to deal with later. Fuck it.]

[He's still lying on the bed, eyes open and awake but otherwise he might as well be asleep. But when Lio comes back in the room, he rolls over to the side of the bed, to make room for him.]

Any of those bites need treating?

[He's changed now, back into long sleeves and long pants that cover most of the wounds. Not as obvious now, and they still smart. He does actually sit down on the edge of the bed, shaking his head at first.]

[Then he pauses, pulling up the side of the shirt - where there's a pretty good chunk out of his side. Galo probably knows it hurts? He's likely got the same one.]

Oof. Okay, hang on.

[Going for the medical supplies, grabbing some antiseptic and some cloth and bandages. And just getting in there without asking for permission, cleaning it.]

[That's fine. Lifting his shirt to show him was basically asking him to do it. He tries his best not to react to anything, with pain or otherwise, but he can't help it if he hisses a little when the antiseptic hits. And also Galo can feel all his feelings? He can tell when it hurts. Looking ahead, only occasionally glancing down at him.]

[He's a pro, though. He frowns a little, when he hurts, but he cleans it and then carefully bandages it up.]

There you go.

[It's only after he finishes that he realizes how close he is, that Lio is letting him touch him like this. Uh. Huh.]

[Uh huh.

Just . . . looking at him. He's feeling a lot of things. A lot of those things are Tired, and Foggy, and still kind of Sad, but also. Hm.]

. . . Thank you.

[Shaking his head hastily.]

You don't gotta thank me. I'll always help anyone that's injured, no matter what.

. . . Do whatever you want.

[How is one supposed to take that, Galo. Dropping back into slightly defensive, moving to lay down instead, closing his eyes even if he can't sleep.]

Aww, man.

[He feels defensive and a little bit hurt, too, from Lio. So he for once gets what he did wrong.]

I didn't mean you're a 'no matter what' or something.

[Cracking one eye open.]

You're hovering. At least try to rest.

I can't.

[Grumbling, but flopping down next to him.]

I just get bored, lying here thinking about how I wish I could sleep.

. . . You feel the same things as me, correct?

[Yes, Lio, you've been doing it for a week now?]

Here.

[Closing his eyes again, trying to think about . . . absolutely nothing.]

[Oh. That. Doesn't work on him at all, his brain rejects the calm feeling and wants to buzz, but it does make him think.

Wow.]

[It's . . . hard to keep up the concentration with all of Galo's buzzing and interruptions, but he struggles against it for a little bit more. Eventually, he gives up, turning just his head to him.]

. . . Your thoughts aren't like the fire at all.

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