Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Bridge nodded a little, letting his eyes slip closed as he snuggled closer to Scipio's warmth.

Scipio kept humming until Bridge fell asleep and carefully lay him down on the couch. He stood up and went to the kitchen to make some food.

((Idk what to do hes just sleepin))

(Yeah I've got a small thing planned so you can just stay asleep)
Scipio started making sandwiches again but ended up making a long cut along one of his palms. He watched as blood started covering his hand for a few seconds. "Hey, Bridge?" He called into the living room.

Bridge stirred, blinking quickly awake at his name. "W…what?"

"I think I did a bad thing again." Scipio said simply, watching as his blood dripped to the floor.

"What…what did you do?" Bridge asked, standing sleepily and walking over to where he could see. His eyes widened and he rushed over, holding Scipio's wrist to examine the cut.

"I accidentally cut myself with the sharp knife. No big deal." Scipio glanced down. "Oh dear, I've gotten blood on the floor." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

((That'll set him off lol))
"That's…that's kind of a big deal," Bridge said, his voice becoming soft and almost submissive as he glanced to the bloodstains on the tile floor and then back up to the knife, which was lying on the counter and also smeared with blood. "You need…to wash it."

"The knife? Yeah, I'm gonna. I was a little distracted." Scipio picked up the knife and took it to the sink, starting to rinse it off.

"Well…that, but your hand, too," Bridge told him, setting the knife carefully down in the sink. He had been accustomed to blood meaning attacks, mostly from his father, whenever he was in this house, and seeing it on the tile floor again set off much more than it probably should've.

"Oh, that… I suppose." Scipio held his hand under the water, watching as it trickled through his fingers. "Something wrong?"

Bridge shook his head, pressing his lips together and stepping a little closer to Scipio. "No…no. You need to bandage it."

"Why? Bleeding is natural. If I cover it immediately, all the bacteria will be trapped inside the wound and cause an infection, will it not." Scipio watched the blood stained water trickling down the drain.

Bridge shook his head, trying to push the memories of being hit away. The blood was still in the sink and on the knife, and he could see some of it on the floor. "No…once it's all washed, then you need to bandage it."

"Hmm… well, I haven't a clue where bandages are, so I think my strategy will have to work until it heals." The cut was at least clean, and it stretched across the palm of his left hand.

"I…I don't know where any are either," Bridge admitted, his voice soft and submissive again. The knife…the knife needed to be cleaned. And then put away. And the floor needed to be cleaned too. Or he could move somewhere else, like the couch. But Scipio wouldn't be there. But if he was here…he would remember too much, he had already remembered far more than he should have.

"You sure you're okay?" Scipio looked through some cabinets. After searching through a few, he found bandages and starting wrapping them around his hand.

Bridge pressed his lips together, staying silent. He didn't want to lie to Scipio, but he didn't entirely want to admit he was still so shaken from being in the house.

"Go on and spit it out, love. You know I can tell when you're lying." Scipio tore off the excess bandages with his teeth.

"I…I know." Bridge said, pausing for a couple more moments. "I…the blood on the floor…and the knife…reminds me. Of things."

Scipio nodded and got a rag, tossing it onto the ground. He cleaned up the blood using his foot and rinsed off the knife. "There. No more blood. Well…" He looked at his hand, where blood was starting to seep through the bandages. "None on the ground or knife."

Bridge smiled a little. "It's…you're okay. Thank you."

"Mhmm. Now come on." Scipio brought Bridge back to the couch. "We'll be in Italy tomorrow."

Bridge's smile grew wider as he looped his arms around Scipio's neck. "I can't wait."

Scipio nodded and held Bridge tighter. "We won't have to worry about your dad or the police or anything."

"That sounds nice," Bridge admitted, kissing Scipio softly.

"Yep." Scipio kissed him back, holding Bridge's head in place with one hand.

Bridge sighed happily, reaching one hand up through Scipio's hair.

Scipio noticeably relaxed again, carefully laying back on the couch with Bridge still in his arms.