[For what it's worth, Isaac has spent enough time sealing up his own cuts and bruises in the bathroom to know what he's doing here. His eyes lower as he dabs the disinfectant over the marks, holding Peter's arm steady throughout it and ensuring that the surrounding area is clean. The gauze goes next- not a lot, just a thin layer or two, as it's not deep enough to really make him bleed- and then Isaac tapes it all down carefully.
The bloody cottonballs are still in his hand when he realizes their proximity, and his gaze lifts for a moment to look at Peter. And he wants to- thank him maybe, or apologize again, especially now that he knows that Peter actually got hurt for his troubles.
Isaac's eyes drop after a moment and he wets his lips.]
...it is too freaking early for this. Back to bed?
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The bloody cottonballs are still in his hand when he realizes their proximity, and his gaze lifts for a moment to look at Peter. And he wants to- thank him maybe, or apologize again, especially now that he knows that Peter actually got hurt for his troubles.
Isaac's eyes drop after a moment and he wets his lips.]
...it is too freaking early for this. Back to bed?