#((michael admit you're touch-starved and also experiencing gay panic challenge))

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ non - verbal / action prompts. patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds. jason & mike! ❞ ( actions speak louder than words )

He wouldn't look at Jason. His gaze was instead focused up and left on a particularly interesting spot where wall met ceiling. Eyebrows were drawn into a hint of a V, all while the nasty cut on his hand was dealt with. "I can deal with it myself," hadn't been a suitable answer, it seemed. His free fingers picked at a hole in his old, worn jeans—cut out himself, now twice the size it had started. He wasn't even sure if he was embarrassed or just not used to this kind of care. Or physical contact. He hadn't been patched up by someone since he was sixteen, an oasis in the middle of desert, one mercy granted from his father during a moment of panic. Before that, nothing since twelve. First, resistant. Then? Undeserving.

"How many times do I have to say it's not that big of a deal?" He flexed his hand under the touch, well accustomed to ignoring the sting of disinfectant. His expression didn't so much as twitch. "Believe me, I've had my tetanus shots."