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Pasi was a private person, but there was little in this space that could be said to be so personal he'd not want a visitor to see it. Anything like that was put away or kept in the loft part where his bed was. Still, it was nice when Yuuri wasn't talking endlessly, asking inane questions, or just straight out staring at his belongings.

Would Yuuri be dismayed when Pasi insisted on caring for his burns as well? They'd find out. But for the moment he wasn't being a good host - his inner thighs burned from being scalded and it could be said that his 'hosting' skills were being spent instead on not sitting on the couch with his balls out while he put burn cream in more tender places. He would faint from blushing. The thought amused the Finn because it fell right into the 'typical American' mindset of bodies being inherently sexual. Yuuri might have looked Japanese and been graced by an extremely Japanese name, but one could never tell. Not in America.

"Go for it. I do not want to contort again, it will pull the skin." Nope, Yuuri was going to get to touch him - get to? Have to, more like. Pasi didn't really want to be touched by someone he didn't know, but was being practical and viewing this whole segment of treatment like going to the doctor or having an EMT tend him. Necessary, so he'd put up with it. Of course, with Yuuri reaching for him, he saw how badly scalded he'd been and felt a little bit of sympathy.

"Once this is done, we'll get your hands."

Yuuri was very Japanese in many of his sensibilities, much more so than American - if Pasi had been thinking about it much, he would have been pleased to realize that he'd had a chance encounter with someone that wasn't an ignorant American. For someone that was half American, Pasi was ridiculously bigoted against them on the whole.

But it was also in his nature to be stoic and not make a thing over what was going on, so at the very least Yuuri would be able to work without having someone teasing him or even commenting unnecessarily about it. The silence between them was a heavy thing, but not entirely unpleasant - Pasi felt no need to fill it.

When Yuuri's fingers put pressure of the scalded flesh, it hurt but the Finn only held his breath a bit each time. It took him a moment to think about what would be most effective and efficient to keep the wound coated. "There is medical tape, it could be secured that way as well. I would make a thicker pad over the injury in that case." Because of the extra pressure the tape would put on the wound, especially the edges. "Make it oversize, as well. Please."

For his part, Pasi was still and quiet unless it seemed that Yuuri needed further instruction - though he was doing a very good job of things, even if it seemed as though he'd not done much practical first aid.

Yuuri seemed much more comfortable with a goal, which was nice. His nervousness was somewhat grating, though it was obvious that he couldn't help himself. "Thank you."

Once his burn was doctored, he quickly took care of the one on his thigh - it was a quick process, since he was doing it himself and it was just a matter of slapping a plaster on it. "Okay, now for you. Let me see your hand." One at a time, and he had an expression that said 'this is happening' on his face, so Yuuri could argue, but it wouldn't do him any good.

Pasi made a dismissive sound at what he rightly read as Yuuri hemming over whether or not it was worth his time and effort to attend the liquid burns on his hands. In stark contrast to his brusque mannerisms, the Finn's handling of Yuuri's damaged digits was gentle - delicate, even - with line between brow drawing deeper in displeasure at his assessment.

"You will have much pain for some days yet, stiffness. These spots," He gestured without touching to the places across Yuuri's hands where the scorching liquid had rested longest, "May blister. I can't tell." Pasi took flat bandages, gauze, medical tape, and burn cream and went to work on the nervous mouse's hands in a manner that said he had a lot of experience bandaging either burns, wounds on hands, or both; an estimation that would not be hard to confirm at least in part by the callouses and scars - many with the strangely glossy look healed burns kept for years post injury - on the brunet's hands.

"I'll be fine." He's so nervous. Twitchy and on edge - is it worry that he'll be hurt if I'm not 'okay'? Do I bother trying to calm him? "I build things. I get burns often enough, it's nothing I'm not used to." In a location he wasn't so fond of, for half of it, but still not the worst place he'd ever had scalding - or caustic - liquid fall. "If your concern is for my - junk -" A word chosen somewhat carefully, as though several words had been considered and dismissed summarily within milliseconds before 'junk' was settled on as 'least offensive while still getting the point across while still being crude enough for a peer' term, "-You missed that lot."

Yuuri likely wouldn't pick up on the fact that Pasi was attempting to treat him as a peer and as such be sort-of-kind-of inclusive (which was as close to friendly as he got when he wasn't being paid/didn't want or need something), but it was there. Hell, it was unlikely Yuuri would have any idea how much of an effort Pasi was putting into not being a sharp-tongued a*****e of a human - no one ever did. It was such a pity, really.

Americans appreciated nothing.

Yuuri's hands trembling was just as easily attributed to pain as it was to nervousness; but the Finn wisely said nothing so as to not call further attention to it.

"It's not." Too brusque, he is engaging - don't cut him off at the knees. "My dad's a structural engineer, so I grew up with that much. I like to build and tinker. And make robots and electronics." The commentary about barely being able to hold coffee without spilling it was met with a snort and the barest hint of a smile pulling at the corners of Pasi's mouth. "So I've noticed." Pasi's eyes flicked from Yuuri's hands to his eyes momentarily and then back to his 'work' - it wasn't smart to attend burns without paying attention: far too easy to cause further pain if one wasn't careful.

Finishing wrapping one hand to move to the other, Pasi paused to give Yuuri a very plain and blunt look. "No, I would not. I would be in the hospital, I think. Not being kind to anyone." He shrugged and returned to doctoring Yuuri's slim hands, choosing to make nothing of Yuuri's continued flustered state. "But that did not happen, so there is no matter.

"It is fine. We needed care, this was best. I should have explained instead of grabbing you." But you're timid and it hurt and I didn't want to waste time trying to explain what had to be done while you argued. Not that you would have agreed to come with me if I had explained. "There." The last bit of medical tape was gently pressed down and Yuuri's hands returned to him. Pasi didn't put the kit away though, instead he slathered a large gauze pad with the burn cream and shoved it down his sweat pants, leaning back so he could angle the pad where it needed to go without dropping his drawers - because present company was a bit shy.

"Hand me a piece of medical tape. Needs to be about as long as your palm."

It was unfortunate when Yuuri shrunk back, but Pasi's blunt honesty wasn't something that was going to change, nor could he go back in time and change what had been said. There were more pressing matters to attend and it really wasn't in the Finn's nature to walk softly around other people's feelings.

Applying the tape under his sweatpants was a bit of a production, but he managed fairly well, "Ah, no." He got the gauze pad secured along one side before answering further, brows furrowed in concentration as he balanced with his hips off the couch and his weight held between shoulders and feet. "I was born in Vantaa, Finland."

Yuuri might make an attempt to speak accent free, but Pasi didn't care - he was not fond of his American ancestry (no matter how much he loved his mother), nor was he fond of America, so he didn't bother to lose his accent.

Once the tapes were in place, he dropped back onto the couch heavily. "I grew up there as well, but I've been state-side for many years. I just dislike it."

It was hard to not feel eyes on him, but Pasi refrained from commentary since his 'company' was shy and skittish and not at all unlike a virgin on a wedding night. Or prom night.

"I don't know. I prefer Finland to America by a great deal." He would have enjoyed going back, very much, but there was one main reason he remained stateside: his mother. She had noticed how closed-off he seemed (to her mostly American sensibilities) and had wanted him to come with her in the hopes that spending time in her home country would help loosen him up. It hadn't worked quite the way she'd hoped and if anything, her son was even more taciturn and anti-America than he'd been when his only exposure to the culture had been through her stories, television, and the internet.

"Cold. Dark. Beautiful." Pasi had no issue describing Finland, though he only used three words to do it, each word held passion, love, and longing so poignant it might as well have been a poetic sonnet about where his heart wished to be. "It's also normal. Big cities, small ones...just like anywhere." His voice returned to normal, no further wistfulness, just that direct bluntness.

Yuuri's words had the Finn considering his small companion for a moment before sitting up with a grunt, "Does it hurt when you move your fingers. Flex them. How is the pain level?" If Yuuri was going to leave, Pasi was going to do one last check before making his recommendations on care.

Being the center of attention was not comfortable, in the slightest. Pasi didn't revel in it, so the fact that Yuuri's attention was basically rapt on him as he spoke...well, he wished it were otherwise. But Finland was so very worth the praise and attention that he struggled with it.

"It can be warmer. Stay near the south and west, if you visit. You would be fine." Northern blood? Yuuri looked about as Asian as one could look without wearing a neon sign that said "JAPANESE BOY HERE" - of course, with the way the entire world was practically a melting pot, that meant very little...but still.

"If you don't move them they will too stiff as they heal...but if you move them too much, they will crack and scar too much to heal. It will be a problem." Pasi sighed a little, trying to figure out how best to explain care for the bandaged hands. "You have a first aid at home? Leave these today, tomorrow you change them. Same way. Clean with just slightly cool water. Not cold. Pat dry. Let air for as long as you can stand it, then wrap again, like today with burn cream. Next day do again. Third day, same if it's still bad. Fourth day should be okay to just keep clean and dry."

Burns could be real bitches if one allowed them to get infected, after all.