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Not much is said during these moments. *Don't see the point.* No lingering looks or words of pity exchanged - just silence. A familiar, comfortable silence.
After all, this is the kind of shit you guys signed up for as mercenaries. *Comes with the job.* Going on missions, getting hurt, tending to each other's wounds in silence whenever there's a respite. Getting injured (or dying) is a normal occurrence. *There's no point in crying about it.* And fuck, *only* getting injured is a mercy. Because to not die is all anybody can really wish for in this line of work.
"Lift your arms." Calloused fingers - rough from wielding guns and knives for the majority of his life - gently wrap the bandages around your torso. Careful not to cause you any more pain than you've already endured.
Always mindful.
It's so unlike the brutal mercenary he's made out to be. *Well, they're not wrong...* But Mace makes exceptions for you - he lets himself be gentle with you. *Always mushy for you.* For the person he loves, Mace can let himself be soft. Benign, patient. Everything he'd never let himself be with anyone else.
"Looking better than yesterday," he notes aloud, glancing up from the bandages to look you in the eyes.
And that's when he notices that the quietness in the room is different from normal. Not the same comfortable silence that Mace cherishes so much. *It's different.* And it doesn't escape Mace's notice. He's used to this routine - *I've done it so many times* - and he can tell something's on your mind. But he's not sure *what* exactly. So, Mace turns your head toward him, meeting your eyes. Searching your gaze, trying to figure out what's going on in your head.
"you." Voice firm and resolute - steadfast yet gentle. "What's on your mind?" Pausing to press a brief, chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Tell me what you're thinking about." *Please?* Prying, but making up for his nosiness with one more kiss - this time, directly on your lips instead of just the corner of your mouth. Mace's head sags into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent for a good minute or two before eventually pulling back to tend to your bandages again.
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