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[caroflower]

Caro is able to shoo Weyoun away earlier than usual today, so she packs up some food and heads over to Walter's. Hopefully this means there's enough time to see about Walter's scar. Caro would like to get that done with already.

So here she is knocking on Walter's door, a couple hours earlier than she normally might. It's even earlier than they'd anticipated, so she hopes he's actually awake. Well, she can hear Bourbon at least.

And hey, she even has something other than stew for once.

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[caroflower]

"Okay. Let me know if you're not." And with that, Caro gets to work.

She cuts very carefully. Not too deep, but it does need to scar. Between the various lessons from Walter before her Games, the reading she did on her own, and the refresher he gave her yesterday, she has a pretty good idea of what she should be doing. The reality is just... different. Slicing into Walter is difficult, but ultimately maybe not as tough for her as it should be. She tries to focus solely on the work she's doing, and she mostly succeeds.

When Caro's about halfway done, she pauses again. "Do you need a break?"

[illdrinktothat]

Walter rests his chin on his arms, closing his eyes when she starts cutting. There's no real ignoring that kind of pain; it's not the worst he's ever experienced, but it's immediate and the sort of sharp that isn't going to dull or fade any time soon. He's dealt with pain before, though. Years of being a veritable punching bag... and then everything the Order did. Everything they prepared him for. He breathes in slowly through his nose, out through his mouth, and lets the pain wash through him as much as he can. It's just the flesh. He can separate himself from the flesh.

The talking momentarily snaps him out of his concentration. He shakes his head once. "Keep going, I'm alright."

[caroflower]

"All right." Caro kind of expected that answer, so she hadn't even straightened up. She gets back to work, cutting carefully but quickly. The second half seems to take longer, but that's probably because she has to wipe blood away more often.

Finally, she's done. She mops up more blood and holds the towel against Walter's back. "Can you hand me the bandages? Or do you want to look it over first?"

[illdrinktothat]

It's not terribly hard for Walter to slip back into that same sort of focus, once she's gone back to working on him. There seems to be more bleeding now but he's relatively assured it's nothing serious, it's just the amount of cutting that's been done so far moreso than there being any particularly severe bleeding.

"I'm going to trust you on this one, sweetheart. I'll inspect it when it's done bleeding." He actually laughs a little under his breath, before leaning forward to grab the bandages and handing them back to her. It's enough that even he winces a little, and he's grateful she can't see it.

[caroflower]

"I'll try not to let that go to my head." Caro makes another dumb face he can't even see, and then bandages him up. That's a little tricky too, but she's had more practice with bandages than with slicing into people.

"There," she says finally. "Done." She gives his shoulder a brief squeeze before making a beeline over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.

[illdrinktothat]

"Good. Wouldn't want you to go and get all cocky about it." While he appreciates the shoulder squeeze (and he doesn't even want to think about that) it does sting a bit, thankfully not all that much. He knows he is going to be one sore motherfucker for quite some time after this though.

He's not feeling the worst of the soreness yet when he stands and finds his shirt again - that'll come later. For now it's still the residual sharpness, and he definitely feels it when he has to stretch to pull his shirt back over his head. He knows he winces again. Hopefully, she's too busy washing up to see it.

"Thanks," He says finally, once he's clothed again.

[caroflower]

Caro keeps herself busy at the sink until she's pretty sure Walter is wearing a shirt again. Then she turns and asks, "Should we let Bourbon out of kitty prison and maybe eat that food I brought?" She pauses, apparently deep in thought. "Or we could eat first. Might be nice not to have to defend my dinner."

She's not really sure what else to say or do right now, so slightly awkward small talk it is. She can mostly keep herself from fussing over Walter now that she's done cutting him up, but it's tough.

[illdrinktothat]

"She can cool her heels in the bathroom for a while longer." Walter can't even feel bad about it. That cat is such a spoiled little shit, she can deal with being left out this time. Not to mention, he'd like to be able to eat a meal without Bourbon climbing him like a goddamn tree.

It's... a little awkward, so instead of sitting back down right away he goes about finding himself a drink.

[caroflower]

Caro clears away the rest of the towels and bandages and cleans off and deposits the knife, and then brings the food over to the table.

"It's something other than stew for once," she says, smiling a little. She's slowly expanding her cooking repertoire, thanks in part to Weyoun.