Re: [woods, abandoned houses: luke & matt]
Medical supplies in the oven—that was new. Luke would have assumed it wasn't in use even if he hadn't seen the camper stove, but he had, and that replaced assumption with certainty. It was one of those seemingly minor details that, overall, didn't really matter, but it was a detail all the same. He couldn't help wondering if this Matt fellow saw more than just injured animals, if he wasn't the first bleeding idiot to show up on his doorstep.
For someone bleeding all over a virtual stranger's kitchen, and his chair, Luke didn't appear worried. He wasn't panicking. Even pain was kept out of his expression, banished to flashes and flickers in his eyes. He watched, every item removed, every move Matt made, and that was something he couldn't turn off. He was here, sure, but that didn't mean he was going to close his eyes and blindly trust. He knew better than to openly stare—he paid attention.
Maybe there was something wrong with his left arm. Another minor detail.
What mattered just a little more was his wound, and having it treated. He sat still, as still as he could, only clenching his jaw occasionally or narrowing his eyes to indicate he felt something. "Accident," he echoed, straight-faced. "As in, this wasn't supposed to happen."