[ It takes Gojyo a little longer than one would think to return with the first aid kit, but that could be easily excused as his being a stranger in the house and deeply hungover (probably still a little drunk, let's be honest here). But when he comes over to crouch next to Elsa's chair -- hey, he's not an asshole, ladies first -- she might catch a whiff of her bathroom's soap on his very clean and red-scrubbed hands.
She doesn't look too bad, but he doesn't know her, and the cuts in her clothes promise more injuries beneath. Gojyo holds up the gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, gesturing toward her nearer arm. ]
You want to tell me what happened?
[ His tone -- and his touch -- are surprisingly gentle. If she'll allow, he'll get all the exposed injuries on her hands and arms, then her face and neck. Wherever else she's hurt, she can get it herself, or ask for his help. In the interests of not coming off as a creep, he won't offer. ]
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She doesn't look too bad, but he doesn't know her, and the cuts in her clothes promise more injuries beneath. Gojyo holds up the gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, gesturing toward her nearer arm. ]
You want to tell me what happened?
[ His tone -- and his touch -- are surprisingly gentle. If she'll allow, he'll get all the exposed injuries on her hands and arms, then her face and neck. Wherever else she's hurt, she can get it herself, or ask for his help. In the interests of not coming off as a creep, he won't offer. ]