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The shoebox was set aside on the table until later, and Dan retrieved a clean dish cloth from a drawer, dousing it in warm water from the sink and wringing it out only slightly before uncerimoniously draping it over the blood stains. He would give the wounds a chance to soak, then work a bit more closely at dislodging the shirt from where it had stuck to Jen's back.

"Superheroes like my brother," Dan teased, flashing a grin to be sure Jen knew he was joking. "My nephew, hmm?" he mused aloud, lazily poking at the rag on Jen's back, not at all phased by the boyfriend remark. "I'm afraid I don't know nearly as much of Isto's family as I should. I've never even met, whatsisname, Banda? Isto did talk about him a lot, though. Deaf, isn't he? What's he doing with a demon..thing?"

"Patient man," Dan agreed with a slow nod, removing the rag from Jen's back and retreating to the sink to rinse it clean and soak it once more. "If this Venoch attacked you with no warning, I certainly don't envy Banda the task of living with him." Returning to Jen, he pulled over a chair for himself and sat down behind his boyfriend. "Tell me if this hurts." As gently as possible, often using the rag to soak and loosen up a spot, he began working the shirt free of the wounds, occasionally pausing and using one edge of the rag to wipe away fresh blood.

"Well, that's certainly not something he got from my parents." Dan snorted, rolling his eyes and refocusing at his task. "I met his mom. Moo? She seemed nice. Bit nuts, maybe. And Jack, and a few younger boys. But not everyone."

"Lightning," he repeated quietly, sounding more amused than surprised. "Really? I had some close strikes a few times as a kid, but I was never actually hit. I'm surprised Isto didn't mention that to me. Seems like it'd have been a pretty memorable night."

He was silent for a long moment, continuing with the slow process of removing Jen's shirt from where it had stuck to his back, but with his boyfriend's final words, Dan smiled, glancing up to meet and hold his eyes. "I can feel it." Shortly afterwards he let his eyes fall once more, clearing his throat and returning to the conversation at hand. "My parent's were the most...arrogant, haughty, close-minded people I've ever had the dipleasure of meeting. They hated anything that was at all different from whatever they deemed 'normal'. That's why they dumped Isto, that's why they had most of the visible metal on me removed. And that's why I moved out as soon as possible."

"You do very well with Jim," Dan assured him without looking up, though he did smile once more. "Don't think you're not. He's a good kid, and he adores you. He knows you're just atching out for him." Laughing, Dan flashed a grin, loosening the final bit and glancing up once more. "I always jumped on the bed. My parents hated it. Shirt off."

Thankfully, for Jen's sake, Dan could not read minds, nor could he see the furious blush that darkened Jen's face, as Jen's back was turned towards him. However, his thoughts were apparently a stretch away from innocent as well by the time he replied, but, unlike Jen, he didn't seem at all flustered by such a thought.

"Hmm? Stunning. But you've got these ugly scratches along one shoulder," he lamented, shaking his head and retreating to the table and the 'first-aid' kit, digging around and finally pulling out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, which he proceeded to douse the rag in. "...This might sting," he warned and, without waiting, spread the rag across the gashes, setting a hand atop it to prevent Jen from pulling away.

"Told you," he replied cheerfully, anticipating the jerk and keeping the rag firmly pressed against Jen's back for a long moment. "Peroxide. Don't want it getting infected, right?" Finally, he removed the rag and tossed it aside, again retreating to the table to dig up some bandages. "Tch. Not my fault you haven't. You never asked."

"You're never shy around me," Dan argued, grinning nonetheless. It took him a moment to realize Jen had joined him at the table, but he spared his boyfriend only a glance before returning to picking through the assorted bandages. "Just thought I'd come pester you. Was bored, kinda lonely. And I like picking on you." A touch, goosebumps, and it was Dan's turn to blush, but he disguised it well as he plucked a roll of gauze and medical tape from the box of supplies, turning towards Jen. "Mn, I'll have to show it off some time. But don't tempt me. Need to get you patched up."

Dan lingered with the kiss, distraction though it was, and reluctantly parted only when Jen turned to return to the chair, following at his side with the gauze and tape in his free hand. He gave Jen's hand a quick squeeze, then released it, stepping behind him once more to lay strips of gauze over the long gashes. "Well, that's what I'm here for, after all. Drilling you of useless facts and keeping you from going antisocial on everyone. Where would you be without me?" He laughed, glancing back towards the table as he realized he'd forgotten the scissors.