[A good call-- Julian is just the type to fret and worry over someone else's hurts no matter how small they may be, whilst having no care at all for his own health and wellbeing. Physician, heal thyself.
Trevor's response seems to satisfy him, however, and he's already leaning across the space that separates them to press the tips of pale fingers against the other man's bloodied lip.]
It'll be gone in a jiffy.
[He may feel the vaguest tingling sensation as the wound swiftly seals itself shut beneath the press of Julian's fingers, and as it does so a small wound blooms red across Julian's lip, mirroring the exact location of Trevor's injury.]
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Trevor's response seems to satisfy him, however, and he's already leaning across the space that separates them to press the tips of pale fingers against the other man's bloodied lip.]
It'll be gone in a jiffy.
[He may feel the vaguest tingling sensation as the wound swiftly seals itself shut beneath the press of Julian's fingers, and as it does so a small wound blooms red across Julian's lip, mirroring the exact location of Trevor's injury.]
There we are, then. All done.