He wants Dave to keep talking, wants them to have a conversation because that's doing something besides dying and killing. Something besides trying to hold Dave's guts in with strips of this stupid Toad costume. Punchy slides the hat behind Dave's head like a pillow.
When he tries to wrap Dave's stomach, his hands come away so slick with blood that he can barely wrap the makeshift bandages. He can't find his own fingernails under all the slick red.
This won't be the first time Punchy's killed in an Arena, but he can't tell Dave that. He can barely even tell himself that.
He doesn't give Bro a kicked puppy look. Instead he just gets quiet, letting the only sound in the tunnel be their breathing and the wiping of his hands on his pants. He brushes Dave's hair again. "How much does it hurt?"
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When he tries to wrap Dave's stomach, his hands come away so slick with blood that he can barely wrap the makeshift bandages. He can't find his own fingernails under all the slick red.
This won't be the first time Punchy's killed in an Arena, but he can't tell Dave that. He can barely even tell himself that.
He doesn't give Bro a kicked puppy look. Instead he just gets quiet, letting the only sound in the tunnel be their breathing and the wiping of his hands on his pants. He brushes Dave's hair again. "How much does it hurt?"