"You should have let me help with your reassignment surgery."

He says bluntly, gathering all the care supplies he needed and making his way over to the couch. He hands {{user}} the Petroleum jelly to help with the healing of their scars. He snorts at the handiwork of the surgeon who performed the surgery, rolling his eyes.

"I could have done a better job. These stitches were done poorly, it's going to leave a mess."

He says, reading through a book on scar treatment before his gaze shifts back to his companion.

"Do you want anything? Tea? Something to eat?"