Re: Cisco's Trailer: Matthew/Cisco
[It definitely got worse in tight quarters and tense situations, the ritual dropping of the pronouns. Being out of the habit of using them for so long meant he moved in and out of it, though more smoothly lately than he had once. Personalizing himself was getting easier with time.
He wasn't aware he was being weighed. His concern for Atticus was genuine, and he was worried about him in the way he got worried about the people he really cared about, which was bone deep and extremely irascible. Cisco's sharp senses might pick up a thing or two odd about him, depending on how good they were - the very faint noise of metal on metal, for instance. It was probably too quiet for ordinary ears to pick up when he wasn't exerting himself much, but every once in a while, as he moved, or reached for something, there was the sound of humming machinery sliding against itself. He also probably smelled like the Carriage House from sleeping there for a week, and there was a distant, aging whiff of animal musk on his jacket. Maybe he was a veterinarian, but he hadn't been one recently. And if the other man knew military, there was no mistaking it in Matt's habit of organizing with orders, and the way he carried himself.
Cisco earned himself quite the look over Matt's shoulder for admitting he hadn't done anything to the wound.] You don't let a wound fester in a bandage.
But he wasn't going to wake Atticus up when he was getting sleep he sorely needed. Matt backed up a step and unzipped the bag, laying out some basic supplies on the counter - sealed sterile bandages, a bottle of saline spray, some topical ointment, and a few other odds and ends that might come in handy.] Bandage at least needs to be changed. [In the face of promises about the moon, Matt remained immovable.
He pointed to the other supplies, speaking in low tones to avoid waking Atticus.] Spray to clean the wound. You spray until it rinses just about clear, blot dry with clean towel, rebandage. Topical might help the pain, if it can't cure the infection. [He zipped the bag up again with a firm yank. So he was angry, despite keeping himself firmly in check. That anger didn't seem to be directed at Cisco in particular - it was a little too general for that.] When he wakes up, tell him he's a fucking idiot.