He glances up in the mirror when the door opens, then his eyes cut away and he goes back to what he's doing.
The second horn comes off, and he stares at it a moment, feeling the weight of it in his hand. With a frown he drops it into the small trash bin beside the sink, along with the saw he used to cut it off with.
Looking at himself in the mirror, the stumps left behind are uneven and rough, but at least the horns are gone. He can file what's left earlier.
Turning around, he looks her over. Her shoulder's bandaged beneath the tank top she has on, and she looks tired, but it's nothing unlike the end of any other mission they've been on.
Except for this time was different, and he doesn't know all the details of how, or why.
"Sorry," he says, and his voice is rough from all the sleep, and the remaining exhaustion till fraying him around the edges. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
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The second horn comes off, and he stares at it a moment, feeling the weight of it in his hand. With a frown he drops it into the small trash bin beside the sink, along with the saw he used to cut it off with.
Looking at himself in the mirror, the stumps left behind are uneven and rough, but at least the horns are gone. He can file what's left earlier.
Turning around, he looks her over. Her shoulder's bandaged beneath the tank top she has on, and she looks tired, but it's nothing unlike the end of any other mission they've been on.
Except for this time was different, and he doesn't know all the details of how, or why.
"Sorry," he says, and his voice is rough from all the sleep, and the remaining exhaustion till fraying him around the edges. "I didn't mean to wake you up."