26. You a dentist?
"Nice place you got here. " Shane's sitting on his couch with a dirty mug filled with coffee: "I'm really sorry about this, I assumed he'd be happy, easy to manipulate. Here, my first aid kit is under the sink. " He pulls out the red box and opens it: "Your brother might be super gay, but he's a hell of a punch. " Ethan grins and sits next to him. Shane reaches out for the alcohol soaked ball off cotton, but Ethan slaps his hand away: "Let me. I have experience with this. " Shane nods, slowly: "Like your nose? " Ethan touches his nose out of habit: "Yeah, it never healed properly. " He's careful while cleansing the cuts on Shane's lip and the one on his forehead. "What happened? You don't seem like the type to get in fights. "
Ethan laughs and puts a band-aid over the bigger cut, the one on his forehead. "Trust me, I am. When I was a kid I spend more time in the nurses office than I did at home. " Shane laughs: "So, who was it that time? Your drug dealer? " Ethan puts the first aid kit back under the sink: "I don't do drugs, so, no. " Shane is smirking when he turns around to face him. The smirk reminds him of Pete, when they first met. "I got beat up at a group home. " Shane nods, and gets up: "Well, thanks for everything, but I should get going. " Ethan wipes his hands on his jeans: "You can sleep on the couch if you don't feel like driving. " Shane smiles and nods: "Sure. Can I borrow a toothbrush? " Ethan grins: "Who has a toothbrush laying around? " The other man shrugs and smiles. Ethan goes into the bathroom and opens a new pack with a new toothbrush. Shane grabs it in the air: "Wow, are you a dentist, or something? "