Jacob let's their fingers brush, just to make sure that the young man has the flask in his hand before he withdraws, letting Marty sip it in peace, or relative peace, while he thinks about what he needs to do next.
Quite simply, he needs to tug that thorn out, wash it clean and then bandage it up. He's not really got bandages to hand, but he can make some. A sleeve will do, at a push.
"I've got a dangerous line of work. You look after each other." He explains, and then looks up again. Marty and he might not be that different in age or in height, but in the way they look they are worlds apart. Jacob's clothes are practical, warm, heavy. They are very old fashioned in comparison to what Marty wears.
And Jacob knows nothing about time travel. It isn't possible, or at least, isn't possible yet in the world he occupies.
"It's 1868 back home." He let's that sink in and uses any potential surprise to help in getting out the thorn. "I'm going to pull this thing out now. Take a slow inward breath, then let it out... now" He says, and then in one steady movement, he pulls the long, evil thorn free.
Dropping it to the ground, and only having one hand free, pulls the fabric of the jeans higher up the other man's leg. The blood flows freely now, and he takes back the flask to wash some of it away with the alcohol.
"I know that hurts like all hell, but it's out. Looks pretty good too, should heal up nicely."
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Quite simply, he needs to tug that thorn out, wash it clean and then bandage it up. He's not really got bandages to hand, but he can make some. A sleeve will do, at a push.
"I've got a dangerous line of work. You look after each other." He explains, and then looks up again. Marty and he might not be that different in age or in height, but in the way they look they are worlds apart. Jacob's clothes are practical, warm, heavy. They are very old fashioned in comparison to what Marty wears.
And Jacob knows nothing about time travel. It isn't possible, or at least, isn't possible yet in the world he occupies.
"It's 1868 back home." He let's that sink in and uses any potential surprise to help in getting out the thorn. "I'm going to pull this thing out now. Take a slow inward breath, then let it out... now" He says, and then in one steady movement, he pulls the long, evil thorn free.
Dropping it to the ground, and only having one hand free, pulls the fabric of the jeans higher up the other man's leg. The blood flows freely now, and he takes back the flask to wash some of it away with the alcohol.
"I know that hurts like all hell, but it's out. Looks pretty good too, should heal up nicely."