[PurpleBox]

“Guess I was lucky to get out before he started to do that… or not…we were once close… the bastard…” Ian was babbling a bit as he felt over headed. “I’m used to people being dicks to me… thanks for the heads up though Taka.” Ian smiled blurry at the Asian girl before wincing a bit.

“Only three exits in this District… the military one and the one that people like us use…. I guess I could show you my main one after I stop feeling like shit.” Ian said his nose scrunching up at the scent that followed the removal of his bandage.

Tristan nodded and went to get the rag in question, letting it before bring it over to Aren, the young boy winced seeing the cut...He moved to sit beside his brother and take the older mans hand in his own to comfort his brother.

Ian’s face was still scrunched up when eh answered. “I think… it was a sheet of metal from something that fell… it was a narrow space i had to run it… I was just focused on getting the hell away from the runner…..spent half the night up one of those old power line poles….If it had been from a runner I’d have kept myself outside the walls till the time passed to shoot myself or it not taking….scratches from runners don’t turn people often… not enough spores under their nails yet…. And this guy was a fresh turn… looked like a crazy ass man….” Ian was panting and rambling, gently squeezing Tristan’s hand.

He never bothered to hid what he knew about the outside form Tristan...even if he wanted the blond boy to grow up relatively safe from the infected outside the walls. He wanted Tristan to be prepared and strong… for the day that Ian might pass...or if they got separated outside the city walls. The ginger man planned to do all in his power to make sure that didn’t happen.

When the cloth was applied to clean the wound Ian let out a hiss, biting into his lip to keep quiet… wouldn't do to have a snoop investigate the noise he was making.