"Yeah," mutters Tim. He tugs at Jay gently, allowing the other man to use Tim as a means of support.
He's still quaking, almost like he's going through some kind of withdrawal. Or - shit, he would be, wouldn't he? Tim sighs, releasing Jay to massage the bridge of his nose wearily.
"Wait here."
His stomach tightens with revulsion as he flips the dead splicer over with the toe of his shoe, then stoops to rifle through his pockets. The dead man's disfigured hands flop limply, sickeningly, his mouth stretched wide in his last soundless scream, his eyes open and glassy.
It doesn't take long to find what he's looking for. The corner of Tim's mouth twitches in distaste, but he turns back to Jay.
"Here." The syringe is hardly sterile, its contents luminous blue and sloshing faintly, but he offers it to him with weary, dull resignation.
tw: mild body horror and dead body squick
He's still quaking, almost like he's going through some kind of withdrawal. Or - shit, he would be, wouldn't he? Tim sighs, releasing Jay to massage the bridge of his nose wearily.
"Wait here."
His stomach tightens with revulsion as he flips the dead splicer over with the toe of his shoe, then stoops to rifle through his pockets. The dead man's disfigured hands flop limply, sickeningly, his mouth stretched wide in his last soundless scream, his eyes open and glassy.
It doesn't take long to find what he's looking for. The corner of Tim's mouth twitches in distaste, but he turns back to Jay.
"Here." The syringe is hardly sterile, its contents luminous blue and sloshing faintly, but he offers it to him with weary, dull resignation.