[ His brother did what? What is with pretty boys casually dropping traumatic adolescent memories into conversation with him? What makes them comfortable enough to do that around him? Is it his fault for being too quiet so people end up filling the silence in conversations with him with too much information? ]

So did your brother grow out of being a prick or is he an even bigger knob now? [ Since there's a difference between brothers not getting along and almost getting them mutilated or mauled to death. Was Nikolai's brother the jealous type or inherently evil? It makes him glad he has a kind, thoughtful sister who's only occasionally annoying. ]

Never you mind, Tinkerbell. [ He would have worked it out on his own that Nikolai is an attention-seeker. ] You think I'm stupid enough to tell you where I live so you can pop by whenever you want, talking my ear off? [ He wants peace and quiet, thank you very much. ]

Here - [ He's not going to stand and watch Nikolai struggle, so he gives him a hand with his coat, trying to be careful about freeing it from him without making his wound worse. He hangs the coat on the back of his chair, then reaches for the edge of Nikolai's sleeve, undoing a button at the wrist so he can slowly peel the fabric away. ]

Right - [ deep breath ] - here we go— fucking hell. [ Oh, it's so much worse than he thought. He's seen a lot of bad football injuries in his lifetime, legs bent the wrong way and so forth, but this is gruesome. How the fuck did his sister deal with stuff like this every day at the hospital? ]

Looks... fine. [ He's a bad liar on account of always being honest, almost brutally. ]