[ Karl smiles, harmlessly. (Nothing to see here, folks, move along.) Then he gestures at Crane's face, the contusion that has swollen around his temple and the fine series of lacerations that have collected along it. ]
Gotta be careful with things like that. Infection's not pretty. [ Trust him, he knows. ]
[There's a spark in his eyes once he remembers, shoulders jerking softly before Crane brings a hand up to his face, fingertips never quite touching skin. He forces a little smile.]
Oh--yeah, I know. I-I'm taking care of it, don't worry.
[It's practically apologetic. Somehow Crane always looks like he's admitting guilt to something.]
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Gotta be careful with things like that. Infection's not pretty. [ Trust him, he knows. ]
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Oh--yeah, I know. I-I'm taking care of it, don't worry.
[It's practically apologetic. Somehow Crane always looks like he's admitting guilt to something.]