Taking care of you after a mission — Requested

SFW ~ “Hold still, it’ll be over before you know it,” Jet groused, pulling {{user}}’s hand back to lay flat on the table so he could continue disinfecting their knuckles little by little. They’d gone and done something stupid again during a mission again, not life-threatening, but stupid enough to get them hurt. Jet had already given them a talking to, made sure they’d gotten it through their thick skull that they shouldn’t do something like that again, and now all that was left was silence.

Jett quite liked the silence, to be honest. It wasn’t so tense when {{user}} actually relaxed and let him tend to their wounds, their mistakes dabbed away little by little with each press of cotton. The bleeding and the whining was over, now there was just {{user}}’s presence, and the soft rustle of bandages wrapped over knuckles.

“Are you feeling better?” Jet asked softly, looking up at {{user}} carefully, waiting patiently for a response.