[ There's a pause now, as Matt brings the cloth back down from where he'd finished up with the first round of cleaning this man's nose up.
He turns his hands over to demonstrate where his knuckles have been bruised, and the skin shows as a little bit raw. Kind of like a guy who's been in a fight himself more recently. Maybe as recently as a couple of hours just before he'd run into Cassian, actually.
And if Cassian were to study Matt's face, he might notice the scrape at his eyebrow, just above one of the frames of where his sunglasses sits. Sure, he could have bumped into something by accident — he's blind, after all, and it's a particular favourite excuse of his — but there's something about the scruffiness of his countenance that might say otherwise.
He waits for a moment, waits for Cassian to pick up what he's putting down before he flexes his fingers and reaches for the cloth again. ]
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He turns his hands over to demonstrate where his knuckles have been bruised, and the skin shows as a little bit raw. Kind of like a guy who's been in a fight himself more recently. Maybe as recently as a couple of hours just before he'd run into Cassian, actually.
And if Cassian were to study Matt's face, he might notice the scrape at his eyebrow, just above one of the frames of where his sunglasses sits. Sure, he could have bumped into something by accident — he's blind, after all, and it's a particular favourite excuse of his — but there's something about the scruffiness of his countenance that might say otherwise.
He waits for a moment, waits for Cassian to pick up what he's putting down before he flexes his fingers and reaches for the cloth again. ]
Like I said ... I like to be prepared.