“Sorry, buttercup.“ He’d just been… curious, that’s all. Yet part of Heisenberg could understand why this topic seemed to be rather… pricky, with everything that Ethan had gone through and somehow survived.
So the Lord focussed back on wrapping that bandage around the injured hand, slowly, carefully, making sure that any exposed, raw flesh was covered in a nice, smooth layer of fabric. Part of the man actually wondered why those digits hadn’t regrown, why it seemed to be harder for Winters’ body to recover missing fingers than re-attaching a sliced-off hand?… Maybe it was because of the fact that those fingers were not there anymore, nothing the other’s skin and bones could attach to? Nevertheless, it was still fascinating.
Once finished he carefully tucked the rest of the bandage beneath another layer so it stayed in place, nice and snug and secure, taking a good look at his handiwork by guilding the blond’s hand left and right, turning it genly between his own fingers. Observing, just to make sure it was as perfect as it could be.
“Knives?” Blinking, Heisenberg finally looked back up, meeting Ethan’s gaze with his own - cocking a curious brow at him before an amused yet surprised smirk stretched along his features.
“You want me to? Didn’t think you would be into such an idea-”
A soft hum comes for the father. The pet name causing him to flush, as a dusting of PINK covers his features. It wasn’t a HORRIBLE thing, really. Ethan had always used pet names for those he LOVED, so to hear the engineer speak it so simply. It was ... NICE. It reminded him of a time that was not so HORRIBLE. When he felt more ... HUMAN. Yet, at the question, he chuckled.
“ Actually I’m not. “ He admitted, as he FOCUS returned to the Lord, before looking over his handy work. What REMAINED of the damaged hand looked so SMALL, with the fingers gone. For a moment Ethan turned his attention to the Lords hands, as the held his own. Ethan had always felt SMALL compared to Karl, but never truly in a BAD way. It was just facts, “ Just wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any ... surprises. I’d be pretty pissed if I accidently stabbed myself. “
He offered a GRIN, before leading closer. Letting his shoulder bump the mans, almost PLAYFULLY, “ ... Good think I trust you, huh? “