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“Oh, I don’t mind if people know I’m here but if the cops come asking me whose ass you kicked I’d rather actually not know.” he explained, a low laugh vibrating through his chest. “Come on kid.” of course, the kid with the bloody knuckles happened to have walked right up to an FBI consultant but he wasn’t going to scare him off. He needed the help.

“I’m Jason Lin.

Comment vous appelez-vous?” he asked as he lead the younger man over to a sink, running some warm water. He quickly soaked a rag in the warm water before applying it to his knuckles. “Scrapper? You don’t really look the type.”

Blaine nodded as an embarrassed wince formed crookedly across his mouth.  “Sure.  Sorry.  This was probably the LAST thing you thought you’d have to deal with tonight.”  The ache wasn’t letting up.  They had to be better by morning.  Missing a lesson on account of a match turned fight wasn’t something he was going to be forgiven for very easily and lying wasn’t one of his greatest talents.  Most of the time.

“I’m Blaine.  It’s nice to meet you, Jason.  My apology for the reason why.”  Blaine connected the rag in Jason’s hand and the water running in the sink to what was about to happen and readied himself.  Just not enough…  Gentle as the pressure was, the initial touch drew a hissed in breath between clenched teeth.  “Yeah.  I mean.  No.  Not like that.  It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”