[ Soft apology from David, soft cursing from Quentin--just a flick of his lip against his teeth, breath held like it'll stop the pain. It doesn't. ] S-smooth. You're a real--a real professional. What, uh--what next
[ He can talk through it, but he can't think past it. ]
[ genuine enquiry, head tilted to the side a little to keep an eye on how quentin's holding up. it's been some time for david, but he remembers packing a broken nose is fucking painful, uncomfortable as hell, and you can't even breathe right. if he wanted to leave it with the one nostril, david wouldn't blame him. ]
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[ He can talk through it, but he can't think past it. ]
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[ genuine enquiry, head tilted to the side a little to keep an eye on how quentin's holding up. it's been some time for david, but he remembers packing a broken nose is fucking painful, uncomfortable as hell, and you can't even breathe right. if he wanted to leave it with the one nostril, david wouldn't blame him. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ It's a learning experience, he assures himself as he fiddles for another wad of gauze. ] Thanks. For. Yeah. Thanks.