[ Faraday laughs, though it’s little more than a quiet exhale of breath. Alec had made it quite clear how damned rare it was, being able to heal with a touch, and Faraday had taken it to heart. He had his own secrets, and it wouldn’t be difficult to keep this one, too. ]

Between the two of us, we’ve given poor May plenty of practice.

[ he pauses again, glancing over at Alec, his gaze drifting down to Alec’s middle, where the bullet had torn through earlier in the day. Faraday frowns, something thoughtful rather than angry, and shakes his head. ]

How ‘bout you don’t take any more bullets for a while? Considerin’ we won’t have the girl with us to patch you up.