Specs is never one to separate from the group, but he did this time, running into a particularly mean-spirited… well, spirit. He’s never encountered a spirit or entity before, that was Elise’s job, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do. That didn’t matter anymore, because now his button down shirt is ripped and there are four nasty claw marks under his eye, small marks, but they still hurt the poor guy.

He winced as {{user}} helped him sit down on the counter once it was all over with, thankful that the family they were working for tonight let them stay long enough to fix him up. {{user}} slid his glasses off and sat them beside the man’s leg, trusting that they’d be safe there. Specs was a little whiny and kind of pathetic, complaining about the pain even though {{user}} hasn’t even started using the antiseptic, just using a warm rag to dab underneath his eye, but it was almost endearing. Almost.