The potshot was weirdly comforting and Kane gave a soft huff through his nose. He gazed back into Adrian’s eyes, which was more than he could do back on Witcham, so that was a sign of improvement, at least. Kane nodded a bit. He wasn’t looking forward to talking later, but it was better than trying to talk now. He nudged their foreheads together before he pulled away so they could go inside. Once they were in his apartment, Kane went to sit on the arm of the couch to take his boots off. It was a small relief after such a long and shitty night. He couldn’t even feel good yet that they’d ultimately finished the job yet, he was just glad it was over. Kane hoped it was over, anyway, and that he hadn’t just unwittingly handed Cecilia a spiritual nuclear bomb or something. He stood and shuffled toward the kitchen. “You thirsty or anything?” Kane wanted a beer.
"Jesus," Adrian sighed. "Sit your ass down, let me play nurse for a minute." It was pretty typical for Kane to go catering to him even if he was the one who was wounded and Adrian had meant to bring him something to drink before cleaning the wounds, not the other way around. "You're a stubborn son of a bitch," he added as he pulled his jacket off, not really expecting Kane to do as he was told and he was already at the fridge anyway. "I'll get something later, bring your ass - and that beer - back now." He kicked his boots off and headed for the couch, his gaze on Kane the whole time. "You wanna take a shower later or leave that for tomorrow? I can bring some washcloths if you don't."
“Damn right I am,” Kane muttered while he fetched his beer. But then he obeyed, returning to the couch to sit down with Adrian. He lifted his beer to suck some of it down and gave a little shrug. “Prob’ly tomorrow,” he answered. He knew he would feel better if he did shower, to have some time to himself and scrub himself down and maybe cry a little before he went to sleep ... but he was feeling a little too exhausted at the moment for any of it. Better to numb and let Adrian do his nurse thing before he left, then pass out for as long as he could.
Adrian wasn't so sure the alcohol was a great idea but he wasn't going to chime in with that. Instead he gathered his things from his pockets and then headed for the bathroom to get towels and a wet washcloth. When he returned, he sat crossed legged next to Kane on his wounded side and began peeling off the bandages he'd so hastily put on earlier. He could see just fine in the dark but everything was more black and white so seeing the wound in better lighting felt crucial. It wasn't as bad as he feared, that thing had obviously chomped down to poison him, not to take a chunk out of him, but it still looked painful. "More scars for your collection," he murmured, though he wasn't sure this one would leave scars. They were more like puncture wounds and Adrian couldn't help but lean in and sniff them, still worried he'd missed something. The smell of the toxic crap - whatever the hell it was - was faint now, just a residue and that made him feel a little better. Still. Cecilia hadn't known what that creature was and that worried him. "How are you feeling, really?" he asked as he gingerly dabbed at the wounds. He hadn't done too bad of a job out there, considering they were kind of being tossed around, but it was still a good idea to do it over.