Since this was not a preempted action, Roger had nothing to sop up his toxic blood with, but Roger pulled the sleeve of his undershirt down. He would just make sure to wash the shirt really thoroughly and by hand so none of it got in the washer or whatever.
He didn't feel anything when Dean recited what he assumed was the accompanying incantation, but the look on Dean's face brought enough warmth within Roger to heat the entire fucking island.
"There," Roger said, "now you're stuck with me. Just be sure to cut that shit when I'm on my deathbed or whatever." He sorta laughed, but then just looked down. It was the kind of joke that wasn't at all, and he didn't know what he could do to ease Dean's suffering. He wanted to help but beyond what had just happened, he was clueless.
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Date: 2010-12-11 01:07 am (UTC)He didn't feel anything when Dean recited what he assumed was the accompanying incantation, but the look on Dean's face brought enough warmth within Roger to heat the entire fucking island.
"There," Roger said, "now you're stuck with me. Just be sure to cut that shit when I'm on my deathbed or whatever." He sorta laughed, but then just looked down. It was the kind of joke that wasn't at all, and he didn't know what he could do to ease Dean's suffering. He wanted to help but beyond what had just happened, he was clueless.