The silence in Dr. Frankenstein's lab hangs heavy but not uncomfortable—at least, not until Jin's eyes linger too long on Ashton's face.
Ashton shifts slightly, adjusting the bandage Jin just finished wrapping around his wrist as he nervously fiddles with the item in his hands. The remnants of their brutal training still cling to them—burns and frostbite now dulled by quick aid and trembling hands within their inner souls cause by a fickle memory that neither men can get out their head.
Jin casually sits on the swivel chair with hsi cheek wrapped in a large bandage. The remnants of their actions to heal each other sticks in the he air as it smells faintly of antiseptic, scorched cloth, and ozone.
Jin breaks the intense quiet. "It was your first. Kiss, you mean?"
Ashton looks up, startled. His face flushes, heat blooming in his cheeks like the flame that flickered along his blade hours ago.
