[That didn't bode well. But, Oscar didn't dwell on it. Instead, he focused on putting one foot in front of the other, Diggs overing supportively just a half step behind, and slumped heavily in the chair that John had offered.

He had been careful not to remove any of the fabric that clung to the injuries to his skin. The sleeve of one arm was pretty well charred, and the tips of his overgrown hair showed further evidence of being singed on close inspection.]

Thanks...

[He breathed, still not fully willing to let his guard down for the pain.]

My sister's fiancee could fix this with no problem, but I don't want to worry them right now. They're in the middle of... wedding stuff.

[Oscar huffed, a little more bitter now.]

I'm gonna need to explain this to my other half, but healing isn't a thing either of us can do.