Flinching again without meaning to at her hands coming to his face, he relaxed. He swallowed again as she was close in proximity, he could feel her breath ghosting against his chin and neck, it was as warm as her hands despite the chill of Autumn. He noted the red on her knuckles, he supposed she got that from decking him. His neck craned downward for her to get a better look, but it didn't bother him at all, considering he had bent down many times in his life time … well, for kisses but that wasn't what this was about.
When their eyes met, he noticed how light and blue her's were. Almost like the sky on a clear day, easy to look at as long as you weren't staring directly into the sun. He noticed that her eyes dropped from his to study his nose. His breath came in short for a moment, as it had been a very long time since a woman had come this close to him, but he hadn't noticed that she cleared her throat. He watched as she went to rip at her shirt, he blinked a couple times until his brain gathered what she intended to do with it.
He nodded in understanding once she held it to her face and took the offering. He held it to his nose, so he wouldn't end up getting blood anymore blood everywhere incase it started bleeding again. Hell, at least he was wearing a red shirt... sorta. He blinked again, in surprise as she took one of his hands. He tried not to notice how warm it was in his, soft or the fact that it was so small in comparison to his large calloused paw. He followed her, allowing her to lead him toward her 'place.'
Later...
He waited outside until the door was open, and then he followed her inside the room. It was nice, which wasn't surprising considering the town was known for beauty even in places it was supposed to be shady and dirty, which motels were known for normally. Guided to the bed, he sat down and looked around slowly, observing his surroundings. It indeed was bare, he didn't see very much. He wondered if like him, she was visiting the place and not staying for very long.
He watched in silence as she headed to what he was sure was the bathroom. He looked down at his bloody hands and knew he had to get them clean, though it wasn't like he had HIV or a blood borne disease, it was just blood was unclean once it left the body and he didn't exactly like that. He'd ask her if he could wash his hands and clean up once they were finished here. He didn't want people thinking he had killed someone or an animal.
He watched her mouth move, nodding his head slowly as she spoke. He understood the jist of it. He remembered his Uncle breaking his nose when he was a teenager and Aunt Sharon had fixed his nose for him. Josh had watched her do it, but he had never had to use it on anyone. He swallowed, his mouth dry as she started the count down with her fingers in a triangle against his nose, and before she even reached three, he felt something pop and crack in his face and felt like his nose was once again an actual nose.
Despite the fixing however, his face ached and he winced as she cleaned his face of blood. He could tell she was avoiding his eyes, and that was okay by him, it was kind of intimate and awkward. He had bothered her, she had punched him and now she was fixing him up in a way neither of them were probably used to.