♟ krylo. patching each other up
after a day of work which was unexpected, kry comes home to milo sitting, covered in blood, in the middle of the lounge. there are scratches all over her arms and legs, presumably from bullets.
“let’s get cleaned up, hey?” kry smiles softly. there isn’t a need for words or unnecessary touching.
they both walk into the bathroom, milo sitting down on the bench, kry taking his top off and chucking it in the wash basket. milo reaches into the medical cupboard, grabbing bandages, bandaids and antiseptic.
they bandage the other up, taking time and washing each others wounds. they don’t speak and barely even touch.