It was hard not to be a little bit charmed by such sweetness and care and...wow. Say something. "If it helps, you're kind of good at healing the non-physical part." There. And he was not going back to it to think it over. It had been said.
Finally, Brodie felt comfortable enough to sit down, so he slid down the couch slowly, next to Jamie. With a nod of accomplishment, Brodie ran a hand down Jamie's harm very fleetingly. "I'll be okay, could be worse, I guess." Not when it came to his drums, but that was not the point there.
So seeing stitches across someone's stomach shouldn't provoke any kind of feeling beyond sorrow for that person's situation, or queasiness. However, this was Brodie, and that was Jamie with his shirt lifted and apparently the tiniest extra bit of skin he'd see, made him lose his balance for a second. He was a worryingly dark guy sometimes. Still, he was good at controlling himself so he nodded and forced his eyes back up to Jamie's face.
"Yeah, don't. I imagine it might be kind of like allergies, and the more you scratch the more it hurts and the more you itch." That, Brodie knew all about. Why were they back on the injury topic of conversation? Brodie rolled his eyes subtly.