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Green eyes caught sight of the scar running down Raymond's wrist, his own tongue running across his lips until he could feel the beginning of the scar on the right corner of his mouth. It seemed they all had scars around here. His own had healed up months ago but still were noticeable and admittedly made him slightly self-conscious. It was one thing to have scars and prove your worth and your ability to survive, but his were on his face and they made him feel ugly on the worst days.

Riley raised his hands with a chuckle, shaking his head lightly as he returned his thoughts to Raymond. "I-I think I'm all good with what I've got. I wouldn't want to take you away from your own work. Besides, I'm right with you on the cold food thing. I've had enough lukewarm soup to last a lifetime."

It wasn't exactly true, Riley could think of several things he could use Raymond's talents for in his make-shift hospital. He'd been able to scavenge some medical equipment from an abandoned hospital not too long back and most of them could use some tinkering but he knew if he invited Ray up to take a look at them he wouldn't want the other to leave. At least not without some proper repayment.

His cheeks flushed at his own thoughts and he shifted in his seat, leaning forward to face the fire himself. At least then he'd have an excuse as to why his face felt so warm, and hopefully the red light of the fire hid away any evidence of his blush. He ran a hand through his bleached hair, suddenly at a loss of words. This was always how it was around Raymond for him, and perhaps the reason why they had little conversation between them. He always flustered himself or at least walked away before he could get as flustered as he was now.

"That's good though...you know, that you haven't been completely swamped with work I mean." His eyebrows furrowed as he gave the fire a glare, berating himself for his inability to have a simple conversation with the man.