He hadn't been lying, of course. He had had worse. Had his arm near blown off, on a battlefield in Prussia. He doubts that's the most helpful news to share just now, though, all things considered. So he does as he is told, stepping forward to join the pair of them where they sit.
"Really, though," John protests. "I doubt there is any reason to fuss. I had it bandaged earlier."
Before he spent the past while stressing the wound helping to dig the other man out of the ground. No, he doesn't suppose that that had helped it much. The stinging ache from beneath the bandage is inclined to agree with him.
"Certainly you have other matters to attend to?" he hazards, glancing between the pair of them, and raising an eyebrow at Crowley himself, whose focus John notes is still mostly on Mr Fell. He supposes that he would know best how to handle the situation, however.
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"Really, though," John protests. "I doubt there is any reason to fuss. I had it bandaged earlier."
Before he spent the past while stressing the wound helping to dig the other man out of the ground. No, he doesn't suppose that that had helped it much. The stinging ache from beneath the bandage is inclined to agree with him.
"Certainly you have other matters to attend to?" he hazards, glancing between the pair of them, and raising an eyebrow at Crowley himself, whose focus John notes is still mostly on Mr Fell. He supposes that he would know best how to handle the situation, however.