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“Ah shit.” Gordon pushed back from the table, hand cupping under his nose. “I’ll be right back.” He muttered, keeping his hand cupped carefully under his nose and stood, disappearing to the restaurant's bathroom. G-Man blinked, watching him go, head turning just a lil bit to watch him leave.
“Is... Mr. Freeman... alright?”
Tommy hummed, shrugging a shoulder. “He did this a couple days ago too. He told us that it wasn’t- that we shouldn’t worry about it. It’s normal for him apparently!” Tommy smiled softly. “I am... a bit worried about him, but he said it was okay!”
G-Man hummed, nodding once, still staring towards the bathroom Gordon had disappeared into. “I can... check on him.” G-Man didn’t wait, simply stood and left, though Tommy hadn’t replied, already expecting that.
When he pushed open the bathroom door, Gordon was leaning over one of the sinks, blood dripping from his nose, dripping off his chin. G-Man blinked, and Gordon looked over to the door. “Uh... It’s not as bad as it looks.”
G-Man paused at the door for a moment. “You’re bleeding.”
Gordon laughed softly, nodding, trying not to let blood drip onto the front of his shirt. “Yeup. Just a nose bleed, it, it sucks but it should stop in a minute or two.”
Another pause, before G-Man walked into the bathroom properly, grabbing a few paper towels and wadding them together. “Let me see.” Gordon shot a look towards G-Man, but it was enough for G-Man to be able to press the paper towels up against Gordon’s nose, pulling him to stand up properly, his other hand cupped under his chin to stop any extra blood flow.
“G, I’m fine-”
“Hold on.”
Gordon huffed but obligingly went silent, looking as if he were more humoring G-Man than anything else. It wasn’t a long moment, maybe a few seconds, before G-Man pulled back, the dark shine of G-Man’s eyes dying, the final sign to Gordon that G-Man’s eyes had been glowing at all.
The nose bleed had stopped. Gordon’s face was still unfortunately covered in blood, but nothing new being added to it. Gordon blinked, turning a bit to look back at the mirror. “Oh... usually they last way longer.”
“Of course.” G-Man threw the paper towels again, then looked to the one hand that had caught the drips from Gordon’s hand and grimaced, turning to the sink.
Gordon focused on cleaning his face, leaning over the sink to continue not getting his shirt wet, as G-Man’s hands were washed over and over again, focusing mainly on the one that had caught Gordon’s blood.
“Are you... okay?”
“Hate the feeling of blood.” G-Man said simply, washing them once more before drying, sighing softly.
“You didn’t have to do this, I would’ve been fine.”
“I did it for one son, of course I would do it for you.” With that, G-Man turned and left, leaving Gordon shocked.