"Yeah. Him." It's one part comforting and one party worrisome that Sam already knows the guy. Nitou sure gets around.
There is no more hand-flexing. Haruto seems to have learned his lesson. Mostly. Even though he knows it's going to hurt, he holds his breath and jams that ring back onto his finger. A moment of grimacing and cringing away, and everything's fine. Mostly fine. As long as he doesn't bend anything. "I'll take good care of them. You've got better things to do than stitch up stupid wizards, I imagine. Other people might need it more."
That smile says a lot. Sam is right on point. He hesitates a moment, but then nods. "Yeah. The hard way." But it's not like him to linger after an admission like that... He's quickly taking inventory of himself and remaining stuff, and fishing out the tubes of gel that he'd promised in exchange for help. "Here. Thanks. I really owe you."
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There is no more hand-flexing. Haruto seems to have learned his lesson. Mostly. Even though he knows it's going to hurt, he holds his breath and jams that ring back onto his finger. A moment of grimacing and cringing away, and everything's fine. Mostly fine. As long as he doesn't bend anything. "I'll take good care of them. You've got better things to do than stitch up stupid wizards, I imagine. Other people might need it more."
That smile says a lot. Sam is right on point. He hesitates a moment, but then nods. "Yeah. The hard way." But it's not like him to linger after an admission like that... He's quickly taking inventory of himself and remaining stuff, and fishing out the tubes of gel that he'd promised in exchange for help. "Here. Thanks. I really owe you."