Daryl followed Theon inside, propping his crossbow up by the door and stripping out of his vest. Stooping to untie his boots, he toed them off just inside, to keep from tracking anything onto the floors he'd spent days sanding and repairing.
"Come on," he said, gesturing for Theon to follow him into the bathroom and flipping on the bulb. "Sit your ass down," he said, flipping the toilet lid closed, a faint smirk on his face.
In the stark florescent of the bulb he'd hung up in this room, he could see the gash on Theon's forehead more clearly. Like head wounds tended to do, it had bled a lot, but it didn't look too deep.
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Date: 2020-11-16 04:24 am (UTC)"Come on," he said, gesturing for Theon to follow him into the bathroom and flipping on the bulb. "Sit your ass down," he said, flipping the toilet lid closed, a faint smirk on his face.
In the stark florescent of the bulb he'd hung up in this room, he could see the gash on Theon's forehead more clearly. Like head wounds tended to do, it had bled a lot, but it didn't look too deep.