[Steve. The name rings louder than he can ignore. His fingers loosen and blood coats them in an instant. Steve. Something about shining shoes and cushions, but-
No this is his mission, his target. Who is bleeding out.
He blinks at the suggestion. It's not in the protocol, but his target dying isn't either. Releasing his hold on Steve's- his target's - shoulder to reach for his supplies and fish around for needle and thread.]
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No this is his mission, his target. Who is bleeding out.
He blinks at the suggestion. It's not in the protocol, but his target dying isn't either. Releasing his hold on Steve's- his target's - shoulder to reach for his supplies and fish around for needle and thread.]