( A part of Leon registers that someone is nearby, but given their silence and lack of interaction, his focus fixates completely on the way he's currently searching for a first aid kit. He thinks he might have found something, is in the middle of nudging a few things carefully out of the way when he hears that voice.
It probably shouldn't startle him as much as he does, but he flinches, hands jerking, knocking over a few things on the desk in the process. )Jesus— ( He curses, hands fumbling in his haste to stop anything from actually falling over or tipping over the edge of the desk. He's mostly successful, catching a few pens before they roll over the edge, but a couple other things on the desk clattering and slide across the desk.
His hands still, and he forces himself to take a breath to try and calm the sudden uptick of his heartbeat. It takes a few, long seconds and even more breathes before he feels grounded enough to turn and look over his shoulder at the other man. And when he does, Spike is pinned with a look that says Leon's not exactly grateful for the observation. )
Yeah. ( With another breath, he carefully reaches to stand up a small container, neatly depositing the rescued pins back into it. And then he takes a step back, lets himself turn to look fully at Spike. ) Yeah, just a little bit. ( As he says it, his hand moves, lightly brushing his fingertips against the edge of the bandages. )
I was hoping there might be a first aid kit around here somewhere.
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It probably shouldn't startle him as much as he does, but he flinches, hands jerking, knocking over a few things on the desk in the process. ) Jesus— ( He curses, hands fumbling in his haste to stop anything from actually falling over or tipping over the edge of the desk. He's mostly successful, catching a few pens before they roll over the edge, but a couple other things on the desk clattering and slide across the desk.
His hands still, and he forces himself to take a breath to try and calm the sudden uptick of his heartbeat. It takes a few, long seconds and even more breathes before he feels grounded enough to turn and look over his shoulder at the other man. And when he does, Spike is pinned with a look that says Leon's not exactly grateful for the observation. )
Yeah. ( With another breath, he carefully reaches to stand up a small container, neatly depositing the rescued pins back into it. And then he takes a step back, lets himself turn to look fully at Spike. ) Yeah, just a little bit. ( As he says it, his hand moves, lightly brushing his fingertips against the edge of the bandages. )
I was hoping there might be a first aid kit around here somewhere.