[ Seems like those two centimeters really have you strung up there. ]
[ He touches the back of his palm to his temple and finds him on the warmer side. Not a fever, but fighting off something.
The virus... ]
How many times did you get shot by those bullets?
[ He asks, looking at him for an answer as he recalls his explanation of the virus and his own immunity to it. Immunity doesn't mean it can't harm him still. He thinks, aware of the shortfalls of his own resistance. His immunity to the cold worked up to a point, after which, he could still succumb to extreme temperatures like anyone else.
This close to Allen, it's difficult to miss the reddened skin where his mask stopped. Feeling guilty, he pulls his hand away from him. He did that. His fire. In a moment of weakness, he lost control. Expression shifting to melancholy, he looks away to unclip one of the metal canisters hanging from his utility belt. Once in hand, he opens it and pulls out a familiar ointment meant to soothe first-degree burns. ]
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[ He touches the back of his palm to his temple and finds him on the warmer side. Not a fever, but fighting off something.
The virus... ]
How many times did you get shot by those bullets?
[ He asks, looking at him for an answer as he recalls his explanation of the virus and his own immunity to it. Immunity doesn't mean it can't harm him still. He thinks, aware of the shortfalls of his own resistance. His immunity to the cold worked up to a point, after which, he could still succumb to extreme temperatures like anyone else.
This close to Allen, it's difficult to miss the reddened skin where his mask stopped. Feeling guilty, he pulls his hand away from him. He did that. His fire. In a moment of weakness, he lost control. Expression shifting to melancholy, he looks away to unclip one of the metal canisters hanging from his utility belt. Once in hand, he opens it and pulls out a familiar ointment meant to soothe first-degree burns. ]
Use this.
[ A solemn decree, as he hands him the balm. ]