( He doesn't bother hiding his snort of amusement at the bullshit ploy; bunch of idiots running around behind the theater looking for a truck that doesn't exist. Good to know a general location, though. Gives him a starting point. Bright red fire hydrant jacket's hard to miss, scar on the chin's common but it'll help him narrow it down if they're separated.
His fingers are steady, firm but gentle, as they start the painful process of pinching the wound together and threading the first stitch. It's gonna hurt like a bitch, and the best he can do for her is to encourage her to distract herself from it — so with his eyes still fixed on his task, he mumbles up at her: )
Where you from? Nash short for Nashville?
( The second part's dry, deadpan — a joke. Not a good one, but... you know. He's busy. Just start talking about something, Nash, do them both a favor. )
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His fingers are steady, firm but gentle, as they start the painful process of pinching the wound together and threading the first stitch. It's gonna hurt like a bitch, and the best he can do for her is to encourage her to distract herself from it — so with his eyes still fixed on his task, he mumbles up at her: )
Where you from? Nash short for Nashville?
( The second part's dry, deadpan — a joke. Not a good one, but... you know. He's busy. Just start talking about something, Nash, do them both a favor. )