streetspeakin:

clint, on the other hand, does laugh at that last part; a moment of “’atta boy” for
the good attitude. had he a spare hand, he’d give layne’s shoulder a squeeze. 
’ yeah, well, you’re in luck. got no other plans tonight. ’   ( a little white lie never
hurt too bad. or, at least, layne’s got a bigger hurt to worry about. )

meanwhile, he covers the last little visible part of tank girl’s head. it’s also at this
point that he decides that layne either had incredible pain tolerance, or that he’d
since succeeded in immobilizing his arm with the splint. the only thing missing – 
icing on the cake, really – is a nice block of ice.  can’t  win  ‘em  all,  he  s’poses.
layne woulda otherwise got a nice bill on his ass if clint hadn’t  stuck around to 
see which dude passed out first.

‘ i’m thinkin’ a design.   diggin’ your style.  and,  well … hopefully this ain’t yer
drawin’ hand. ’  another little thing he laughs at, pausing to secure the last edge
of gauze in place with the metal fastener he’d pulled from his bag. fits like the fat
bow on top of a really well-wrapped gift,    if he did say so himself,   and  actually
almost makes the mistake of patting it.    thankfully,  his  hand  catches  itself  in
mid-air, halts, then repositions itself to land that squeeze onto layne’s shoulder
he’d meant for earlier.

‘  whenever i decide on a tat, you’re gonna be the one to
schlop it together.  sound like fair game, muchacho? ’

when the other mentioned that he had no other plans for the night, layne expected
him to say he wanted to be treated to a drink. again, that was the least he could do
for the other. spending his time wrapping up someone he didn’t know and tearing
apart the comic he was carrying around. a beer was no loss for him and it might
even give them a chance to talk like people typically might. though their situation
was anything but.

he watched as the other finished it up and raised a brow when a design was
mentioned. clint must have really liked the tattoos he had to want him to make
something that would permanently be on his person. looking up to the other, he
managed a small laugh. his head nodded and he moved his now wrapped arm
to be cradled almost against his chest. what would be good for him right now
would be a sling. but he’d create a makeshift one when he got home. there was
nothing else for him now and he wasn’t about to take anything more from clint.

“ i’d be glad to. don’t really have much else to do with my time. ” except grade
projects and work on his own pieces. he did commissions when they came his
way, sold the occasional painting to those that were interested, but nothing else.
a simple design was nothing he couldn’t handle on his own time. “ if you have
anything in mind right now, I can come up with a few variations to see what
you might like. ”