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Jeff had been told several time not to leave a mess behind. He had been repeatedly scolded by just about every member of the house but he never changed. He just didn't care.
At the end of a really hectic mission, he arrived home with Eyeless and was told to go clean up. He made it a point to just toss his things haphazardly around the room as he made his way through, staring right at EJ as he did. Fucking brat.
EJ just ignored it, he would face consequences eventually. Later when Jeff was reaching under the couch to find the remote, said consequenses bit him in the ass. Or rather... his hand. He grabbed the blade of his discarded knife, which at some point was kicked under the couch. He hissed in pain, jerking his hand out. His palm was streaked with blood. He cut himself good.
EJ could smell the coppery tang in the air before Jeff even came into the makeshift infirmary. Jeff didn't say a word for a moment, hand clenched and dripping onto the floor. EJ tilt his head, waiting.
"Do you need help?"
"Nah, I'll just bleed out, thanks." Sarcastic as ever. EJ would roll his eyes if he had any.
"Come here, let's see how bad it is." As EJ grabbed the first aid kit, he heard Jeff peel off his hoodie. It was tossed to the floor as it's owner sat on the exam table. "Don't make a mess in my office."
"I'll pick it up when I leave."
EJ tried his best to give a stern look, hopefully it translated well. Unlike the moody young adult, the demon took great care in keeping his spaces clean.
Every thing was in its place, tidy and as sterilized as he could manage. Even with the ever constant flow of tar trying to drip down his face there was never a mess anywhere he went. He was the exact opposite of the sulking boy in front of him.
Jack cleaned it as carefully as he could manage, trying to not get the rubbing alchohol directly into the tender flesh. Jeff was keeping any pained noises muffled well but the demon could feel the way he flinched and tensed when something hurt. Jeff had always been stubborn like that.
Jack was relived to see the cut was fairly shallow and wouldn't need stitches. The knife was sharp and cut clean, so there wouldn't be too much of a scar either. Jack took out a piece of gauze and taped it in place.
"This, is why we tell you to clean up after yourself." Eyeless whispered, trying to be gentle. Jeff huffed.
"Shut up."
"I'm not trying to lecture and scold you. I just don't want to see you get hurt like this again."
It was times like these that Jeff was happy his face didn't really flush anymore, but he still felt the heat on his cheeks. He hated when Eyeless spoke softly like this, or treated him delicately. It made his chest feel weird and pissed him off. Thankfully, EJ didn't point out the lack of a response. He just finished wrapping Jeff's hand.
As soon as the tape was secure, Jeff started to hop down but Jack kept his claws closed around Jeff's wrist. Jeff tensed, leaning away from teh creature.
"What??"
"You're forgetting something."
"I'll grab my hoodie damm-" Jeff cut off when Jack leaned close, shifting his mask up with his free hand, and placing a soft kiss to his bandaged palm.
"You half to kiss it better, it won't heal otherwise."
"You're weird." Jeff pulled his arm away and Jack let him, chuckling as he fixed his mask. "Thanks for patchin' me up, Doc." Jeff paused to pick his hoodie off the ground.
"Anytime Jeff, it's what I'm here for."
If anyone noticed Jeff acting just a little tidier, no one was willing to bring it up. Drawing attention to it might make him stop. EJ seemed rather pleased with the change more than anyone else.