[When Ben holds up his bloody hand accusingly, Klaus wrinkles his nose, looks down at his chest, and sighs.]
Dammit. I just got into a clean shirt...
[By the time Ben is speaking again, Klaus has pulled his shirt away from the wound, and is peering down the front of his shirt at the puncture wound. It looks angrier now, the skin pink and smudged with blood around the hole. Sighing again, he lets Ben push him over to the benches, and he sits down, looking up at Ben.
This is more familiar, he's starting to feel at home - Ben looking down at him with that disapproving look on his face, frustrated with Klaus ignoring another wound.]
Okay fine. I mean, it's only bleeding because I didn't have another bandage and the other one was dirty. I didn't want to slap it back on there, it had a lot of dirt on it.
[Hopefully that's enough to calm Ben down and make him feel like Klaus was at least trying to be responsible. Still feeling the echo of Ben's hand against his back, because it's new and amazing and Klaus is still trying to get his head around it, he slides off his vest, delicately pulls the shirt off over his head. His torso is a mess, not dirty considering he'd just showered, but covered in aging purple-yellow bruises and half-healed scrapes, burns, and cuts, though the most prominent is a swollen and pink patch of skin just below the ball of his right shoulder with an indented puncture wound in the center. And from the wound, a trickle of blood dribbles down his chest.]
See? I cleaned it out in the shower, I just didn't have a new bandage.
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Dammit. I just got into a clean shirt...
[By the time Ben is speaking again, Klaus has pulled his shirt away from the wound, and is peering down the front of his shirt at the puncture wound. It looks angrier now, the skin pink and smudged with blood around the hole. Sighing again, he lets Ben push him over to the benches, and he sits down, looking up at Ben.
This is more familiar, he's starting to feel at home - Ben looking down at him with that disapproving look on his face, frustrated with Klaus ignoring another wound.]
Okay fine. I mean, it's only bleeding because I didn't have another bandage and the other one was dirty. I didn't want to slap it back on there, it had a lot of dirt on it.
[Hopefully that's enough to calm Ben down and make him feel like Klaus was at least trying to be responsible. Still feeling the echo of Ben's hand against his back, because it's new and amazing and Klaus is still trying to get his head around it, he slides off his vest, delicately pulls the shirt off over his head. His torso is a mess, not dirty considering he'd just showered, but covered in aging purple-yellow bruises and half-healed scrapes, burns, and cuts, though the most prominent is a swollen and pink patch of skin just below the ball of his right shoulder with an indented puncture wound in the center. And from the wound, a trickle of blood dribbles down his chest.]
See? I cleaned it out in the shower, I just didn't have a new bandage.