trans_9 | Parts: 1. Jamie: 0. [Open]

By all rights, Jamie should be asleep. Ever since his trip to the City earlier, he's been running hot and cold, like he's got a fever. But rather than wanting to rest, he feels strangely jittery - so he's in Engineering, looking down at a box of parts that need to be sorted. However, now that he's actually here, he's not sure he wants to go through with it. If he doesn't, though, he'll just have to do it later. With a sigh, he rather carelessly dumps everything out onto a work table. He starts rummaging through the pile, although there's not much actual sorting going on. It seems more like he's simply picking something up, frowning at it for a moment and then setting it aside.

In the mess of bits and pieces, there's one part made up of two smaller ones that have been shoved together. It's the same thing he had been playing with while waiting for Billy during their failed goop gun experiment, and there's an almost wistful look on his face for a moment as he picks it up. He'll never be able to think of that without thinking of Cassie, now. Still, the parts would be of more use if they were separate, so he sets to trying to pull them back apart.

It seems he's done a fantastic job of wedging them together permanently, for try as he might he cannot get them to budge. As he tries, the expression on his face gets more and more irritated, until finally he gets frustrated enough that he throws it at the table. It bounces and goes sailing through the air towards the open doorway. Normally he'd go chasing after it, but why bother? It's not like it's going to hit anyone coming in this late, anyway. Is it?

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Flicking a glance up at Alex, Jamie makes a small, displeased noise in the back of his throat, then goes over to a small bin where rags are kept to see if any of them are clean enough to use to bind the wound. A quick search proves fruitless, though. Feeling frustrated again, he shoves the bin away, nearly sending it off of the worktable as well.

He starts to try and undo the knot on the neckerchief that he has on around his neck, mentally cursing himself for not wearing the silver slide today. It's difficult to do one-handed, though. Finally, he takes a breath and calls over. "Alex? Look, could ye maybe help me here?"

It might not work, given the lad's reaction to a wee bit of blood, but it would be so much easier if he could snap him out of it long enough to get the knot undone.

He blinked a few times, feeling rather ill, but he did his best to keep some semblance of composure. It wasn't working well, but he was able to help Jamie untie the knot. He took control from there, quickly managing to use the neckerchief to bandage the hand with a surprising amount of precision for someone so terrified by blood. If Jamie would allow him, he would finish the bandage and pull the knot tight, even as his hands continued to shake.

Jamie looks rather annoyed throughout the whole thing, but lets Alex bind up the wound with little in the way of protest. Even if he wasn't sick, he'd likely be annoyed by having his hand bandaged, especially since he managed to injure himself rather stupidly. His feeling sick really isn't helping.

Still, once Alex is done, he does manage a somewhat curt-sounding, "Thank ye." He seems a little calmer than before, if still rather irritable around the edges. Going over to retrieve one of the rags, he goes to carefully clean the blood off the part. After a moment, he flicks a glance over to Alex.

"Ye aren't going to pass out or anything, are ye?"

"I-I..." He's shaking bad enough that he needs to stop, but turns to the side and takes a deep breath, "I-I think I'll b-b-be o-okay."

It was a good thing that there was little protest, or Alex might not have been able to follow through with the bandaging. Seeing the blood gave him enough of a hard time.

"Fine," Jamie says tersely, bending down to pick up a small metal tube that had fallen onto the floor when he originally dumped out the box of parts. He puts it back on the worktable, then turns back to Alex.

"Although I don't know what ye got all worked up for. It was just a wee bit of blood."

"W-we all have o-our own demons," Alex said with a bit of defensiveness. There were only a few things that he would rather not talk about. The memory of finding his mother was one of them.

If Alex doesn't want to talk about it, it's just fine with Jamie. He thinks to himself he didn't really want to talk, anyway. He can feel his temper starting to flare again, though, so he takes it out on the parts, scooping the lot of up and dumping it into the box before shoving it off to one side.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk," he says, fixing Alex with a rather narrow-eyed look. Is the lad going to try and stop him?

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