[He actually has no idea about Julian's doctoring abilities -- so when the other man starts to tug off one of his gloves, Trevor thinks nothing of it.
He merely lets out a faint chuckle at the offer, shaking his head.]
Barely a scratch, honestly.
[And he probably wouldn't even have been hit if he'd been at the top of his game, but he'd let himself get sloppy because of the drinking, and -- well, it was fine.]
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He merely lets out a faint chuckle at the offer, shaking his head.]
Barely a scratch, honestly.
[And he probably wouldn't even have been hit if he'd been at the top of his game, but he'd let himself get sloppy because of the drinking, and -- well, it was fine.]
Nothing a stiff drink won't cure post-haste.