CLOSED [Thomas & Justine] Get Well PSL

[ishisstrength]

Justine had mixed feelings about Harry. He was Thomas’s brother and she knew that Thomas loved him but whenever Thomas returned from helping Harry he was always in a poor state. Knowing this, she had made sure that she could touch him and had left the first aid kit out on the coffee table. She might not need it but Justine preferred to be prepared.

When Thomas returned she had convinced him to sit on the couch and allow her to look at him. He was handsome, he always was, but she could also tell that he was also tired. Thin pale fingers brushed over his forehead, placing silky black strands of hair behind his ear before trailing along the curve of his neck. Justine enjoyed the moments where she could touch him, even if they never lasted.

"What am I going to do with you?" She whispered softly, a fond smile touching her lips. "We should get you out of these clothes and cleaned up."

Justine was dressed in a loose blouse and a skirt. She rarely dressed as casually as Thomas did though she had a few t-shirts that he had bought her that she wore around the apartment.

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[blackraith]

Helping Harry usually meant pain, blood, gore, and explosions. Never in that order, but Thomas had learned over the years that his little brother's luck was worst than cursed. And even though he more often not ended up paying for it in one way or another, not helping never occurred to Thomas.

Harry was family, the only family he never had to worry about stabbing him in the back and who always helped him, even if he was already busy.

So what if his pale skin now looked like a bad finger paint mural? Harry had it worse. And no luscious nurse to take care of him.

"I could think of a million things, honestly," he teased. "But they'd all require moving. Not wise just yet."