Arthur falls silent and finishes with the bandages, making sure they're secure and not likely to come flying off or getting bunched up by accident.
He should get dressed, properly. Or washed up, first. Or he should get both done for Eames, first, though the man probably needs a sponge bath, because like hell is he letting the man get those bandages wet.
"... Think you can manage the stairs?" he asks when he's finally done with the bandages, not looking up as he packs away the medkit and wads up the now bloodied towel.
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Arthur falls silent and finishes with the bandages, making sure they're secure and not likely to come flying off or getting bunched up by accident.
He should get dressed, properly. Or washed up, first. Or he should get both done for Eames, first, though the man probably needs a sponge bath, because like hell is he letting the man get those bandages wet.
"... Think you can manage the stairs?" he asks when he's finally done with the bandages, not looking up as he packs away the medkit and wads up the now bloodied towel.