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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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[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.