As furious as he may still be with Strange, that won't actually stop him from giving a shit. In the end, everyone did something so very unlike themselves back in Portland, not knowing any better, but even knowing that it's an effort to push past the resentment he feels whenever he looks at the man. He'll manage it, though, and he'll shuffle his own cigarette back into his fingers as he leaves his spot against the trailer wall and crosses over to where Strange is still huffing and puffing and fussing with his sleeves.
"Here, let me see," Childermass tries to speak gently, take the edge off how curt he wants to be when he talks to either of these idiots, and he holds out his free hand — lacking in a smoking cigarette and soot and all — to Strange. It's up to the other magician whether he turns the offending arm in question over to be looked at a second time, because he won't be making any grabs for it. "Are these from Steven or the faeries?"
He won't name Nightshade. He won't name any of those monsters if he can help it. He's found speaking as general as possible can help, though if it'll help here, he can't possibly know. This isn't anything he's good at. Just as it isn't something Lambert, with all his smoke and bluster and rage, is of no help with comfort, it's that Childermass is so used to bearing such weight and just carrying on as if he found no real problem with it.
Strange, though. Strange is different and, as much as he internally recoils from even being near him, he can't have a man already broken finding new and worse ways to shatter.
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"Here, let me see," Childermass tries to speak gently, take the edge off how curt he wants to be when he talks to either of these idiots, and he holds out his free hand — lacking in a smoking cigarette and soot and all — to Strange. It's up to the other magician whether he turns the offending arm in question over to be looked at a second time, because he won't be making any grabs for it. "Are these from Steven or the faeries?"
He won't name Nightshade. He won't name any of those monsters if he can help it. He's found speaking as general as possible can help, though if it'll help here, he can't possibly know. This isn't anything he's good at. Just as it isn't something Lambert, with all his smoke and bluster and rage, is of no help with comfort, it's that Childermass is so used to bearing such weight and just carrying on as if he found no real problem with it.
Strange, though. Strange is different and, as much as he internally recoils from even being near him, he can't have a man already broken finding new and worse ways to shatter.