She was not sure how she felt about people knowing so much about her life now. Owen knowing where she lived and her (less than healthy) habits was a little unnerving. Before the virus she hit, Elektra would have been dismissed Owen for even suggesting coming to see her. Out of everything that happened during this virus though Owen's part seemed the easiest to cope with.
And so she sat there unmoving against the wall because yes he was right. She finally pushed herself too hard and was now stuck sitting here. Good luck getting her to admit that. "Are you trying to make me feel special?"
"A bit, yes," Owen admitted with a wry smirk, using his foot to brush away shards of glass from the mirror. Crouching down, he dropped his bag in front of him and pulled out a bottle of antiseptic and some cotton swabs. "You know, just because it was a virus doesn't mean I was lying about you taking it easy." He knew that, now that he'd already felt as protective as he had about these stupid community members, he wasn't going to let any of the things he'd scolded them on drop. (That meant, of course, that he would have to find Bruce... eventually.)
"Hold your hands out," he told her, opening the bottle as he ordered her.
Elektra frowned slightly. She should have figured he meant it. He never struck he as a bad person. Just weak willed. Though coming from her background anyone would seem weak from her perspective. "I just needed to get it out of my system," she admitted reluctantly as she presented her hands. Not that it worked.
Owen covered a swab with antiseptic and took one of Elektra's hands in is own, not bothering to warn her about the stinging. She was a big girl, and she was well aware of how much cleaning up these sorts of messes could hurt. "Did you?" he asked in a conversational tone, "Because if not, I'm sure I could put you in a cage with a Weevil for a few minutes. That worked it all right out of me."
Well. Not really, but he could pretend. He wiped her one hand a few quick times and then let it go, repeating the entire process with the other hand.
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And so she sat there unmoving against the wall because yes he was right. She finally pushed herself too hard and was now stuck sitting here. Good luck getting her to admit that. "Are you trying to make me feel special?"
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"Hold your hands out," he told her, opening the bottle as he ordered her.
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Well. Not really, but he could pretend. He wiped her one hand a few quick times and then let it go, repeating the entire process with the other hand.
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