Holding the gauze to the cut, Chas onehandedly reached into the cabinet again for some tape of sorts to fixate it; even though clean now, the cut was still all too likely to rip open and start bleeding again, a band-aid just wasn’t going to do. Having found such tape, he finished his job, then leaned back to get a proper look whether it was going to do. Looked like.
“John.” If he was going to keep trying to take him for a fool… well, he was more unrelenting today. And if it weren’t for the fact that it would likely look painfully stupid, he would probably have given him a reproachful look, too.
“Why, glad to hear you’re happy to see me, John,” Chas gave back, exasperatedly rolling his eyes this time. Why he’d actually taken the envelope? Good question. He hadn’t thought about that yet, and hadn’t when he’d taken the envelope, either. “I guess I could have just slammed the door in that guy’s face, but I didn’t expect anything bad to happen – it was just an envelope.” Of course, it had turned out not to be quite a usual one, but how should he have expected that?