Separate names with a comma.
He laughed out loud, turning to look at her head-on. "Oh, I'm well aware," he replied. "I know that you won't be anywhere but close."
She hesitated, watching him head towards the room before going over to the couch, sitting down and lying back.
He glanced over his shoulder at her hesitantly. He said nothing for a few seconds before speaking. "...I'll be okay. Fine. I'll be fine."
She noticed and stood up. "I think I've done what I can with your shoulder. I'll leave you alone to work on your legs."
He exhaled, looking more nervous as they began to climb the stairs.
She looked up at him for a moment, tilting her head. "Of course," she replied, studying him thoughtfully. "We take care of each other, you and I."
He nodded, heading for the door. "So... this guy lives on the top floor. I need you to stay out of sight, okay? It's really important."
She raised an eyebrow before leaning forward, beginning to wrap the gauze and using his arm as a brace. "I am, yes."
He laughed roughly, raising one eyebrow. "What gave it away? The black eye?" He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's nothing to...
She rolled her eyes and in one deft movement, almost before he knew what was happening, she had removed his shirt, folding it matter of factly and...
He glanced back at her, his expression hard to read for a moment. "I shouldn't have stolen from you," he replied. "It's my own fault, really."
Her gaze returned to her work, her dark brows furrowing in thought as strands of black hair fell in front of eyes as grey as the moon. Her hands...
He craned his head upwards before sighing. "We have to go meet my good boss friend," he said flatly, heading for the door. "This is gonna be a...
She returned to face him, beginning to work and blowing her hair out of her eyes and huffing as it fell right back into place. "I don't deal...
"Nothing," he confirmed, closing the chest. "That makes this... a bad situation."
She burst into laughter, securing the bandage. "Nah. You're just a coward."
She came up empty. After a few minutes, Ferris groaned. "God damn it."
He would hear her laugh lightly as she worked on his back, her fingers pressing against his skin gently. "We're not that close?"
"I didn't make up the name," he replied with a shrug.
"Yeah. It's really good. Do you need to work on your legs while I do this?"
