swordhandled | PCs with Gerome

I know you don't need it.

But I want to do it.

... And you'll badger me until you get your way. As with everything. [ he can't even sigh at this point. he pushes his way past owain to head toward his closet. ]

Do as you will.

[ silent again as he starts ripping the shirt into bandages. he's pondering some stuff here...

but feel free to help yourself to whatever you like in his closet. it tends to match his color scheme! ]

[ yellow is not his color unless it's part of the trim. he picks out the warmest thing he can find that'll fit him and throws it on the bed. some shoes too, which come with him when he goes to sit down

sitting on the bed and—guess what. he still had some armor on. time for some more strap undoing and armor shedding! this time, it's his legs ]

[ for him, black is the trim. but he's coming out of the bathroom with the new bandages and he waits for gerome to finish taking off his leg armor before walking over and sitting on the bed. ]

Hold still for me again.

[ nothing new to say so he simply turns to face owain and sits still ]

[ again, being gentle as he bandages gerome up. unlike him, he's only using what's necessary, but he's taking far more time than what's needed to look over the bandaging and make sure that everything is fine and hunky dory ]

That should do.

[ as he sits through this, his frustration slowly starts to evaporate. by the end, he's able to nod, stand up calmly, and start dressing ]

[ he knows he should turn away but

gerome is wearing his clothes

and he

can't help but watch ]

[ by this time he's become extremely adept at ignoring owain's looks. he doesn't so much as glance in owain's direction while dressing (and he actually takes the time to make sure every button and accessory is fashioned neatly), or while sitting down to put on owain's shoes. which. probably fit well enough? ]

I'll return to check your wound later.

[ they probably should, tbh. but he's still just. watching gerome, not realizing how he's not looking away. ]

--Cynthia and I, we're going to your room later.

[ that finally gets him to look over and meet owain's gaze ]

I asked you to stay with her for a reason.

I will be staying with her.

In your room.

Together with you.

That isn't what I wanted.

Both of us can't leave you alone.

How many times must I say it? Minerva will be with me.

We're not in normal circumstances, Gerome.

Hmph. And is that why you keep such close a watch on me? [ well, maybe that's too far. he deflates and exhales slowly ] ... No, I apologize. That was... unfair of me.

[ of course it's why. he presses his hand to the bridge of his nose ]

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[ blushes more fiercely there ] I didn't know you could tell how often I watched you...

[ clears his throat ] But it's not.

Your eyes have a way of piercing through me that's hard to miss. [ casually throwing that out there

still, he waves it off. asking has never gotten him anywhere, no reason to think otherwise now ]

Oh... [ doesn't know what to do with that information. ]

Be that as it may, at least this week, let us stay with you.

... Just this once.

[ owain won't give up until he says yes anyway. standing up now ]

[ standing up as well ]

Thank you, Gerome.

[ nodding and making his way to the door ]

If that's all—

For now, yes.

[ walking with him to the door ]

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