[ Jonathan sees the concern, even with the sunglasses. He knows he would likely look the same if he was told as much. ]
I am not injured, I assure you. Nothing beyond a doctor's order to rest, which I admit I am awful about. [ He was terrible about resting, but after the last month? He figured he's fine. Shaking his head then. ] Sadly no, I feel he might have been safe had he come through with me, but he did not.
[ There is sorrow in his words, he knew his brave friend was dead. He knew the second he ran to catch him.]
[So, not much they can do for his friend right now. A difficult thought, but one that he processes and pushes further back in his list of priorities, especially when he's still trying to help his present company. More serious look, though the frown is less deep.]
I'm assuming you don't have any other clothes right now? You can borrow mine if you wish to change out of what you're currently wearing.
[Not remain in the same outfit that he had on when his friend was gravely injured. Unless he's already changed, but Scott figures to at least offer that as he takes one step back from the other man-- mostly satisfied with spotting no actual injuries on him. His sunglasses really makes it hard sometimes, but he's also familiar with these sort of things.]
There's also a shower available if you need to use that too.
[ The worry for Quincey was something that was bothering him, but, he was certain his friend would not survive just from where the wound was and how much blood was on his fur coat. He was handling like he handles everything, repression. ]
Sadly no, but I do hope to rectify that as soon as I can. [ He couldn't help a soft smile at the offer.] That is most kind, Mr. Summers. If it would not be too much trouble, that would be lovely.
[ They were around the same height, Scott likely more built, but it wouldn't be bad while he tried to find a way to clean his suit. ]
We have showers here? My, the fae didn't spare an expense, did they? [ A little concerned, mostly due to the fact that usually only the wealthy had them. His now deceased boss Mr. Hawkins, the Westenra's and a few others had had them, but he had only experienced them when Mr. Hawkins would make him stay with him. ] It likely would not hurt. [ White hair did make it harder to keep clean than his old brunette hair.]
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I am not injured, I assure you. Nothing beyond a doctor's order to rest, which I admit I am awful about. [ He was terrible about resting, but after the last month? He figured he's fine. Shaking his head then. ] Sadly no, I feel he might have been safe had he come through with me, but he did not.
[ There is sorrow in his words, he knew his brave friend was dead. He knew the second he ran to catch him.]
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I'm assuming you don't have any other clothes right now? You can borrow mine if you wish to change out of what you're currently wearing.
[Not remain in the same outfit that he had on when his friend was gravely injured. Unless he's already changed, but Scott figures to at least offer that as he takes one step back from the other man-- mostly satisfied with spotting no actual injuries on him. His sunglasses really makes it hard sometimes, but he's also familiar with these sort of things.]
There's also a shower available if you need to use that too.
Sorry for the delay!
Sadly no, but I do hope to rectify that as soon as I can. [ He couldn't help a soft smile at the offer.] That is most kind, Mr. Summers. If it would not be too much trouble, that would be lovely.
[ They were around the same height, Scott likely more built, but it wouldn't be bad while he tried to find a way to clean his suit. ]
We have showers here? My, the fae didn't spare an expense, did they? [ A little concerned, mostly due to the fact that usually only the wealthy had them. His now deceased boss Mr. Hawkins, the Westenra's and a few others had had them, but he had only experienced them when Mr. Hawkins would make him stay with him. ] It likely would not hurt. [ White hair did make it harder to keep clean than his old brunette hair.]