George: George paused for a long moment, chewing the inside of his mouth. George sighed quietly. "Okay fine... Just... After this can we please just go to sleep? It is late and it has been a long day. For the both of us I think."

Ariv: Ariv pulled away. "So then tell me the reason why you want me here!" Ariv huffed folding his arms as he stood defensively, not moving until they answered their questions. "What even is your name?"

Lucas: he hissed mumbling curses under his breath as he turned the cloth over so it'd be clean again. "Now hold still and it'll be over faster." He gently grabbed his waist pulling him closer.

George: "That doesn't answer my question, Lucas," George pointed out, his cheeks growing slightly red as Lucas pulled him closer. "Is that a yes or a no?"

Ariv: "You are avoiding my interrogations," Ariv hissed, planting himself firmly where he stood. "When did he even switch with you? How is it that if you are both the hosts one of you can be gone and the other can take their place? Why won't you at least tell me your name?"

Lucas: "fine sure, you need the sleep anyways..." he was exhausted, he felt as though he'd pass out on the spot if he didn't focus enough to stay awake. "Now hold still and it'll be over faster."

George: "Yayyy!" George cheered quietly before trying to stay as still as possible for Lucas. "Is this good?"

Ariv: Ariv stared at him for a minute longer before giving a reluctant nod. "Fine. Do whatever. This had better not be what I believe it to be."

Lucas: he nodded gently applying the cloth again, dabbing at the wound to get rid of any leftover dirt from the shrapnel. "If you ever get hurt like this again I'm not going to be happy."