quickly but it’s still not fully closed over and Dylan, while shocked at the sight of such an injury, instantly understands what he is saying to him.

Dylan: Jesus! Are you ok?

Steve nods back and holds his hand out again to suggest that it’s ok. Then points at his wrist to say that all he needed was time before loading a spork full of bacon and beans into his mouth.

He didn’t have the patience to explain everything right now. He’d have to write an essay to provide enough detail as to why Dublin wasn’t his business, and also that their local problem was enough to deal with without running off to play hero. Things he didn’t have the time, energy, or for now the physical capacity for.