[ he likes the cat, the cat relaxes him, but he doesn't relax him quite that much. not enough that he'd hand over this whole process. ]
It's better if I do it.
[ even if he did trust Adrien enough to start letting him put needles in him, there's still the kneejerk responses to violence he has, and he doubts this friendly compliance thing is going to last long if Andyr snaps and punches him in the throat. He also doubts Adrien will survive it, if he snaps and punches him in the throat. That's usually the purpose. He tends to go for kill first and foremost.
lifting his hand away from the cat, he gives Courser an apologetic shrug. ] I'll pet you much as you want after, okay? [ told him as he's peeling the bulky guard's jacket off his shoulders and arms, shrugging it off somewhere behind him. what's under is a loose sort of smock top, made from a material pretty similar to hospital gowns, though a bit softer. Like the coat, it's stained with splatters of blood, here and there, easier to see on the light grey of it than the black of the jacket he'd had on before. there's not really any damage to the garment, save in a couple places, but whatever injury he'd sustained earlier has stopped bleeding by now - nothing fresh. ]
Just handle the vial. [ he tells adrien, while shuffling the right sleeve up on his shoulder and out of the way, reaching for the tourniquet on the tray. It's a bit of a hassle, one handed, but he gets it looped on there well enough, with an end sticking out he can grab with teeth and pull free, when he needs to. Arm laid out against a knee, he flexes his fingers on that hand, opening and closing, to get blood flowing, while the antiseptic wipe is scrubbed over the inside of his elbow.
There's already a cluster of pinprick scars there, over the larger veins, and the same sort of pattern on his wrist, repeated on the other arm as well. it takes a lot to really leave scars on a body with his kind of regeneration abilities, but shoving needles into him every other day for six years? sometimes leaving them in for three weeks at a time? that'll do it. at least the one good thing is that it gives Andyr a clear marker for where to push the needle in. he seems to handle that part alright - leveling it and pushing in shallowly, a bit of adjusting, but it's steady, and there's no flinch or even twitch in Andyr's features for the sting of it. ]
Vial. [ he tells him, once he's sure it's settled right, and he tugs the tourniquet free, once it's all connected and flowing. ]
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It's better if I do it.
[ even if he did trust Adrien enough to start letting him put needles in him, there's still the kneejerk responses to violence he has, and he doubts this friendly compliance thing is going to last long if Andyr snaps and punches him in the throat. He also doubts Adrien will survive it, if he snaps and punches him in the throat. That's usually the purpose. He tends to go for kill first and foremost.
lifting his hand away from the cat, he gives Courser an apologetic shrug. ] I'll pet you much as you want after, okay? [ told him as he's peeling the bulky guard's jacket off his shoulders and arms, shrugging it off somewhere behind him. what's under is a loose sort of smock top, made from a material pretty similar to hospital gowns, though a bit softer. Like the coat, it's stained with splatters of blood, here and there, easier to see on the light grey of it than the black of the jacket he'd had on before. there's not really any damage to the garment, save in a couple places, but whatever injury he'd sustained earlier has stopped bleeding by now - nothing fresh. ]
Just handle the vial. [ he tells adrien, while shuffling the right sleeve up on his shoulder and out of the way, reaching for the tourniquet on the tray. It's a bit of a hassle, one handed, but he gets it looped on there well enough, with an end sticking out he can grab with teeth and pull free, when he needs to. Arm laid out against a knee, he flexes his fingers on that hand, opening and closing, to get blood flowing, while the antiseptic wipe is scrubbed over the inside of his elbow.
There's already a cluster of pinprick scars there, over the larger veins, and the same sort of pattern on his wrist, repeated on the other arm as well. it takes a lot to really leave scars on a body with his kind of regeneration abilities, but shoving needles into him every other day for six years? sometimes leaving them in for three weeks at a time? that'll do it. at least the one good thing is that it gives Andyr a clear marker for where to push the needle in. he seems to handle that part alright - leveling it and pushing in shallowly, a bit of adjusting, but it's steady, and there's no flinch or even twitch in Andyr's features for the sting of it. ]
Vial. [ he tells him, once he's sure it's settled right, and he tugs the tourniquet free, once it's all connected and flowing. ]