Indie Thread 11/25
“I hope you mean you’re prescribing you and not whatever gunk they use here as medicine,” Bo said, his tone lighter than it’d be before. He let Abel have the cigarette. The switch deserved the victory. After he bandaged up Bo’s hand, Bo gave his had a few motions, making sure the binding wasn’t too tight.
“Thanks, Abe…” He wanted to add on more, but it was always so awkward. He didn’t know when to say more or stop when it was enough. He felt like Abel deserved more, but then the other tended to go quiet and turtle into himself and then Bo felt like an idiot. “Ya know…for everything,”
Why were the two of them so bad at words? Why was that a thing with the two of them? He could have said so many things to make him grin and words were failing him. All he could think to do was take the cigarette from his mouth to tap off some of the excess ash before taking another drag.
“You know you don’t have to thank me for anything,” he told him, “I should be thanking you if anything.” He owed Bo a lot more than just a simple bandaged hand, that much he was sure of but he couldn’t put everything into words at the moment, there was no way he’d be able to. Without really thinking he moved to straddle Bo’s lap, resting his head in the crook of the man’s neck, making sure that he didn’t burn him. “You definitely need antiseptic for that hand though because if it gets infected and gooey then I’ma have to back out and get Mowgli to fix it,” he told him quickly, pulling back with a goofy grin on his face.










