[Perry winces, clenching his hands into fists as the first strips of shirt go into the wound. Goddamn, that hurts. He closes his eyes and exhales between his teeth in a hiss. Despite the obvious pain, he doesn't actually move at all, barely even shifts in the chair.]
He's the old guy, right? [The words come out kind of strained. Conversation is a distraction at this point.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 12:13 pm (UTC)He's the old guy, right? [The words come out kind of strained. Conversation is a distraction at this point.]