Blue listened quietly, watching as the red snip in his palm was wrapped over and over with pristine white gauze, absorbing Gabe's words in the quiet flower shop. The white noise ring of panic in his ears had finally stopped, or at least slowed to a gentle hum. He blinked when Gabe finished, looking up at him with a small half-smile and a shake of his head. "Oversharing is... allowed," he murmured, and smiled a little wider, dipping his head to look at his hand, an excuse to hide the majority of his smile.
He wasn't sure why he was happy. It was a sad story. He corrected the smile with a small rub of his free hand over his cheek, glancing away. "I... kind of ran away from some things, too. A lot of things... everything. So... I understand, ahm... I understand," he finally finished, nodding a fraction of a bit, and glanced up as the bandage was tied.
"Yeah... feels fine," he said, the small smile returning. He flexed his fingers, wincing a little at the pain beneath the gauze, but was able to make an almost-fist around the gauze. "Guess I probably can't use this hand for a little bit. If... you still want it, I'd be fine with cutting you some of that viscara." He held up his other hand, wiggling his fingers a little, a kind of quiet mischief in his eyes. "Ambidextrous."