[ fundamentally, gansey doesn't get it. he can't conceive a world where there's no water. he swims, he rows crew, he sails - water has been an essential part of his entire life. so max's response to water is completely foreign. no one would carry unpotable water and offer it to someone else unless they were a complete asshole. but this man is fundamentally strange, and both the part of gansey that is gansey and the part of gansey that is cabeswater are paying attention. he doesn't even entirely realize it, because he knows he's not remembering things properly at the moment, but he's looking for the something more. ]
Nonsense.
[ he goes down on one knee, putting the kit down before looking at his own hands - filthy. he pulls a little packet out and rips it open before wiping his hands down carefully with an alcohol wipe. then he pulls out another and uses it to clean the area around the wound on max's head. the light's not the best, being as that it's from a bloody burning train, but it's still bright enough to do some patchwork medicine. ]
no subject
Nonsense.
[ he goes down on one knee, putting the kit down before looking at his own hands - filthy. he pulls a little packet out and rips it open before wiping his hands down carefully with an alcohol wipe. then he pulls out another and uses it to clean the area around the wound on max's head. the light's not the best, being as that it's from a bloody burning train, but it's still bright enough to do some patchwork medicine. ]