I don't see an idiot or an asshole here, so I can't say I've done a lot of that. [ Tom's words are casual, washing his hands one last time before sighing and getting to work. He loops the needle with fishing line, brow furrowed in concentration. ]

I grew up around lakes and woods. Finland, and after that Bright Falls, and after that...

[ He trails off, and without much warning, slides right onto Raylan's lap, straddling the other. ]

First aid's important. I started making movies and started doing it for the gore close-ups, too. [ A glance from his needle to Raylan. ] The Final Girl narrowly escaping death by sewing her wounds shut, a figure doomed to silence piercing a needle through lips...

Do hold still, sweetness.