( Sam can't say he's used to having first aid kits, let alone ones that have anything usable in them. Most of the ones he comes across are picked over by others, and it's only in the larger cities that supplies are readily available. So having one at all is more than he could hope for.
He takes it from her with the same care as the container, sets it quietly beside him. )
Somethin' is better than nothin'.
( He takes a moment to once more wipe off his foot before finally turning to the water, starting to clean it carefully. But he shakes his head at the offer. )
It's part of the job. ( Your feet getting fucked up. But he does look up from what he's doing, hesitating before nodding his head towards the space on the bench. The towels and first aid kit will be between them, enough space that he can work without touching. )
You can ask about 'em. People always do.
( About the handprints on his skin. People always look. It doesn't bother him much anymore, as long as they keep their distance when they do. )
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He takes it from her with the same care as the container, sets it quietly beside him. )
Somethin' is better than nothin'.
( He takes a moment to once more wipe off his foot before finally turning to the water, starting to clean it carefully. But he shakes his head at the offer. )
It's part of the job. ( Your feet getting fucked up. But he does look up from what he's doing, hesitating before nodding his head towards the space on the bench. The towels and first aid kit will be between them, enough space that he can work without touching. )
You can ask about 'em. People always do.
( About the handprints on his skin. People always look. It doesn't bother him much anymore, as long as they keep their distance when they do. )