Raihns reply sent warm tingles throughout Finn's body. He never knew how much words could impact him like that, even words could feel like a warm hug. "I'll grab the dishes later, nobody is going to find them out here." Finn said with a chuckle as he began to walk towards the warehouse doors. He didn't wait for Raihn since he would probably be sitting down by the time he found all the stuff he needed for his knuckles. Searching where they kept their medical stuff, he slowly analyzed what they had and collected what he'd need for both him and Raihn. Finn then thought to himself about what they were going to tell the girls. Chuckling to himself, he went to sit down by the fire with all of the medical stuff he grabbed. He grabbed many different types of bandages, and alcohol since they used up the peroxide. He set them down before moving to wash his hands with soap first. When the water and soap hit his open wounds, he clenched his teeth together, trying his best to not make a noise from the pain. Once almost all the blood was off, he grabbed a cloth and drenched it in water and soap. He then brought it back to the fire and sat down.

Raihn lingered outside a bit longer, his movements slow and deliberate as he finished hanging the clothes he'd grabbed from Finn earlier. The makeshift clothesline swayed slightly in the breeze and he carefully adjusted each piece, doing his best to ensure they wouldn't slip off. His ankle throbbed with every step but he ignored it, instead focusing his attention on the task at hand. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of FInn disappearing through the warehouse doors, and for a brief moment, Raihn let himself pause, watching as the male vanished inside. The silence that followed Finn's departure felt oddly grounding. The rhythmic rustle of leaves and the sound of the river running by gave him a moment to gather himself. Exhaling slowly, he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing the last piece of clothing and hanging it. Once it was fastened onto the clothesline, he grabbed the walking stick from where he'd left it on the ground and leaned heavily against it as he headed to the warehouse.

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It took him a couple of minutes to hobble back toward the warehouse doors. Every step seemed like a small battle as his injured ankle and bruised face continued to remind him of the earlier fight with a dull and persistent ache. By the time he reached the entrance, he was half tempted to sit right there and call it a day, instead, he pressed forward, gripping the walking stick tightly as he stepped inside. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmer lighting but once they did, they immediately found Finn. He watched him sit at the fire, a cloth drenched in water and soap in hand. "Got everything?" He asked, his voice warm as he made his way over to join Finn. When he reached him he carefully lowered himself to the ground with a soft sigh as he waited for an answer.

Finn looked up with wide, doe like eyes when he heard Raihns voice. "Yeah." Finn replied, his gaze softened when Raihn sat down in front of him. He softly grabbed the male's hand and brought it closer to him. He examined Raihns left hand, cleaning off any dried blood from his hand along with his arm. He was quick to move onto Raihns other hands, doing to exact same thing. Raihn didn't have many wounds on his hands, more so on his face. "That should do for your hands, now let me just," Finn started, looking up at Raihns face. He winced a little when he took a closer look at his face, still in disbelief that he had done that to him. Raising his other hand, he cupped the male's cheek softly as a small frown formed on his face. He grazed his fingers across the cuts and bruises on Raihn's face. He then finally started to clean off the blood without a word, making eye contact ever so often.

Raihn held Finn's gaze when he looked up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes. The expression tugged at him but he refused to let it show, instead, he stayed quiet and watched as Finn gently took his hands, pulling them closer. He was fortunate, far more so than Finn, he realized that aside from bruises and a few minor cuts his hands weren't in too terrible a condition. On the contrary, it was Finn's knuckles, his hands, that looked as though they hurt. He let his gaze rest on Finn's torn and bloody knuckles a moment before he forced his gaze up to the male in front of him. When Finn shifted his attention to his face, Raihn stiffened for a moment. He took note of the way in which Finn seemed to wince as he looked at the damage he had caused. A small pang of guilt hit Raihn at that expression but it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared when Finn raised his hand and cupped his cheek so softly. The act was unexpected but not unwanted and Raihn felt himself offering a small and faint smile while fighting the urge to lean into that touch.

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Raihn didn't say anything as he continued to fix his eyes on Finn. When he grazed his fingers across the cuts and bruises on his face, he winced ever so slightly. It amazed him that even such light and tender touches could hurt as badly as they had. Still, the pain wasn't anything like what came next when Finn truly began to clean the blood from his face. Anytime he passed over or near one of the cuts or bruises he had, Raihn clenched his jaw. On a few occasions, though he tried not to, he ended up wincing, or nearly flinching away from Finn's hand and the cloth he was using to clean his face. Still, he kept his green hues fixed on Finn, taking note of the expression that he wore as he tended to his injuries and catching the way in which he glanced up at him ever so often, as if to check in and see how he was doing. Raihn wasn't sure what to make of the mix of emotions stirring inside him. Vulnerability wasn't something he did well, especially over these last four months and yet here he was, letting Finn tend to him without a single word of protest.

After cleaning off the blood, Finn looked down at the alcohol he had. "This will burn, bad." Finn warned, grabbing the bottle and dabbing a bit of the liquid on the corner of the cloth. Looking back up at Raihn's face, he slowly brought his hand back up and dabbed a bit onto one of his cuts. After dabbing the cut with alcohol, he looked at Raihn's eyes to see how he was doing with it before moving on to the next cut. He moved quickly so that it didn't go painfully slow, but maybe Raihn wanted that, he didn't know. He dabbed every single open wound with the cloth before setting the cloth down. He then got a couple of bandaids for the bad one and put them on. "I think that should be good." Finn said, caressing Raihn's cheek one last time before looking down at his supplies. He grabbed the big roll of wrap bandage and started undoing it slowly as he looked down at his own hands. He wasn't ready for the alcohol, it was going to hurt so bad with the amount of open wounds he had. Just looking at the state of his hands brought back memories, memories he didn't necessarily want to remember.

Raihn kept his eyes on Finn, listening as he spoke and then giving a slight dip of his head. Even being warned about the pain that the alcohol was going to cause, knowing that it was going to sting, and seeing him reach to dab the corner of the cloth into the alcohol, he still ended up hissing and sucking in a breath. He didn't jerk away from the sting, though he was sorely tempted to. Once his wounds had been cleaned and the bandaids applied he let out a soft sigh. When Finn grabbed the roll of bandages he paused a moment before extending a hand. "Let me take care of that." He said after a moment. "Like I told you outside, I'm here which means you don't have to do this alone." He said softly.

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Finn stopped moving after Raihn said he'd take care of him, he simply just loosened his grip on the wrap bandage so Raihn could grab it. "Thanks." Finn said softly and quietly, looking up at Raihn. He then gently grabbed Raihns hand in his and held it for a moment. Finn was not ready to feel the burn from the alcohol at all, he knew it was going to be terrible. His hands were already trembling from simply washing off the dried blood with soap and water. Swallowing thickly, he looked down at their hands. Despite the pain he knew he was about to endure, he thought about how happy it made him to know Raihn was going to take care of him. It was so sweet of him, and it warmed Finn's heart, more than he showed.

Raihn offered Finn a smile when he heard his thanks. He shook his head, the only indication he gave that such gratitude wasn't needed. When Finn took his hand paused a moment before giving a slight smile. "This is probably going to hurt like a bitch, but I'll be as gentle as I can be, okay?" He said his voice, he hoped reassuring. After a moment he moved to set the wrap he'd taken from Finn on his lap before he reached for the cloth. Since Finn's hands were already washed of the blood, now he only needed to clean them with alcohol. He had no doubt that it would cause some pain, but he hoped it wouldn't be too unbearable. With the cloth in hand, he moved to dip it into the alcohol. He let his gaze rest on Finn as he watched him. "Ready?" He asked as he watched him. He made no move to begin cleaning the injury as he waited for Finn to answer him.

Finn's eyes darted to the alcholo bottle, wincing at just the sight of it. "I know." Finn replied, knowing that no matter how gentle Raihn is, it would still hurt like a bitch. Taking in a deep breath, he looked back at Raihn's eyes again. When Raihn moved, Finn's eyes followed, nervous for the burn. Finn was hesitant to answer, but he knew he'd have to clean it, the sooner the better. Slowly, Finn looked up at Raihn. "Yeah." Finn replied, not sounding too certain. His eyes darted back down to his knuckles as he anticipated the soon inevitable pain he was about to endure. Taking another slow, deep breath, he mentally prepared himself to feel the burn. Before Finn would just pour alcohol all over his cuts, which made him endure so much pain at once, that was the main reason he was nervous. Remembering how much it used to hurt scared him. He said he was going to be gentle. Finn reminded himself, glancing back up at Raihn.

Raihn could tell that Finn was nervous, and he couldn't blame him. Alcohol on any fresh cut hurt like hell, and these were several open wounds still sore and fresh from the fight that they had had. Letting out a soft sigh he gave a nod when got his answer. Instead, he kept his eyes on him a while longer before he slowly turned his green eyes down to Finn's hands. Moving to take one of them he gently ran his fingers along the edge of his palm near his wrist before he lifted the cloth and carefully began to dab at the cuts on his hand. He tried to be as gentle as he possibly could be, though he remained acutely aware of how Finn was responding. He knew this was painful, but he was more than prepared to stop and give him a breather if he needed one.