[he nods, but still points at himself decisively, and she can interpret the specifics of that any way she'd like--he trusts himself more than doctors, he's always had to do it himself, and he's the makeshift doctor on this ship. it's all true.
and this being the case, he's having a harder and harder time watching her clumsily stitch the punching bag back together. he's noting all of the places that are going to start leaking sand first; he can't help but count all of the stitches that aren't strong or close enough together.
his fingers are beginning to itch with the want to take over and do it better. he even half-reaches for the needle once, before catching himself and taking his hands back, turning the motion into a fidget instead.]
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and this being the case, he's having a harder and harder time watching her clumsily stitch the punching bag back together. he's noting all of the places that are going to start leaking sand first; he can't help but count all of the stitches that aren't strong or close enough together.
his fingers are beginning to itch with the want to take over and do it better. he even half-reaches for the needle once, before catching himself and taking his hands back, turning the motion into a fidget instead.]