[Backdated April 28th] Frustrations - OTA

[st_x5_494]

Alec found himself walking down the hall tense and unable to really form a coherent thought except a lot of swearing directed toward Peter. He hadn't expected to punch the kid - to really punch the kid. Even when they fought in the parking lot, Alec had held back. That punch - he had meant to hurt Peter. And then after, when he had he was pissed off that Peter hadn't defended himself.

In his walking as he dwelled on the events that just transpired, Alec saw the vending machine. That damn vending machine.

He closed the distance between him and it and then Alec began to punch it. Not the glass - that would be too easy - Alec punched the metal. The metal dented with each hit, his knuckles getting raw and bloody quickly from it.

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[st_illfleshandblood]

"That's me," Jackson confirmed, and stepped away with his glass. He washed his hands in a nearby sink, then came back to the kid. Butters would have all up in his business about not wearing the goddamn gloves, but he was just treating some scrapes. Butters should relax some. "I'm gonna clean that up, Alec," he told the kid after setting the glass down by the disinfectant, and grabbing the latter. "Make you didn't break anything. And bandage it up."

He figured Alec would have complained about the pain already, if he'd broken anything, but better safe than sorry. Some people's pain tolerance, or dislike of complaining, was impressive.

[st_x5_494]

He only looked a little annoyed that he had to switch hands to keep drinking, but he nodded, holding out one of his hands. Really, it would heal within a day, but if it gave the guy something to do, then who was he to judge?

"You a doctor back home?"

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Yep," Jackson confirmed as he poured a little disinfectant onto a compress. "This might sting a little." He set to work, efficient and as quick as he could be. "Back home's way earlier than all this stuff, though," he added conversationally. "Butters has been bringin' me up to date."

[st_x5_494]

"How far back?" He looked at the guy, but couldn't tell much of a difference. It didn't help history was not exactly on Manticore's top priority to teach them.

[st_illfleshandblood]

"1890s?" Jackson offered as he worked, curious whether that would mean anything to the kid. Not everyone here came from Earth, after all.