“ … Alright fine. There’s just a small cut on my chest.”
[ Kit mumbled a bit as he took off the arm coverings, and unzipped the top half of the wet suit, looking down at the slightly bleeding cut. ]
“I’ll fix you up. Hold still, Kit.”
[ Absently his blue eyes worked over the exposed flesh. He never passed up an opportunity to admire his first love. Peeta worked a small medical kit open before returning with a cotton ball, disinfectant and a bandage. He treated the other with a gentle, precise hand as he cleaned the wound and covered it. ]
“There. I hope it doesn’t sting."