David had busied himself in the kitchen, removing the now perfectly steamed vegetables from the pot and putting them in a serving dish, the nuggets out of the oven now and the two steaks cooking away in the oven. He had begun setting the table when Lizzie came in, politely asking if she could help. He put her in charge of the table setting, showing her where everything was before he checked on the steak.

Ziggy had decided to forgo his unpacking and settled down on the bed to play his guitar. He plugged it into the amp and sighed as he began a small warm up exercise. Once that was done he scowled and settled his guitar down in his lap, removed his shirt and then started playing again. He closed his eyes and nodded his head along as he was playing, trying to improvise as well as he could.

David finished placing everything on serving platters and positioning it all strategically on the table. He settled Lizzie down in her chair with a plate of food and a glass of milk before glancing down the hall to see if Ziggy had surfaced yet. He looked back over at Lizzie, his face baring a smile as he spoke to her. "I'll be right back, love." he said, beginning to walk down the hall towards Ziggy's room.

Ziggy didn't hear anyone coming down the hallway as he was too engrossed in his guitar playing. He continued to nod his head along with his strumming and he squeezed his eyes shut. His foot tapped against the bed absently as he played, and he hummed softly.

David had been walking down the hall with a purpose, not wanting the food to get cold. However, when he heard the music coming from Ziggy's room, he slowed his pace, wanting to see if the music was coming from Ziggy playing his guitar or from the small radio on the bedside table. He neared the doorway of the room, lingering for a moment out of sight before he stepped forward. He peeked his head around the corner, eyeing Ziggy on the bed with his guitar. He almost complimented the sound, but his eyes immediately caught sight of the numerous cuts and scars lining Ziggy's slender torso.

Eventually Ziggy opened his head and turned his eyes. To him it sounded as though one of his strings was slightly out of tune, and he wished to fix it before it drove him up the wall. He had just started to tune his guitar when he caught someone out of the corner of his eye. He saw it was David as he turned his head, and a faint flush crossed his cheeks. There he was, sitting on his bed, with his shirt off. He stammered quietly and swallowed as he looked to David's face. "Erm. Hello."

David simply continued to stare, his eyes finding every single mark on the boys body and lump forming in his throat. "Good god, Ziggy." he said, barely acknowledging that the boy had even spoken. He moved slowly into the room, his eyes locked on a specific cut that looked as if it were fresh. "Does this need cleaning?" he asked, kneeling down and placing his hand nearly the afflicted area.

Ziggy watched him enter, and he felt as though he were frozen to the spot. He chewed on his lip absently and sighed. "I guess it does yeah, that's from yesterday, or the day before. I can't remember." He moved to set his guitar on the bed and looked anywhere but at David. He flushed harder at the man's hand near the cut.

David nodded and moved quickly, standing swiftly and walking out of the room towards his bathroom. He immediately opened the medicine cabinet, his eyes scanning it wildly before he finally found his first aid kit. Taking the tiny box in hand and leaving the cabinet open, David moved back through both his bedroom and the hall, reentering Ziggy's bedroom with the box already opened in his hands. He knelt down in front of the boy again, pouring some peroxide on a small piece of gauze before raising it to the cut. "This might sting a bit."

Ziggy sigh as David walked out of his bedroom. He hadn't wanted the man to see him like this, and yet here they were. Ziggy was content to have taken care of the new scratch on his own, like he always did, but he was not going to turn away David's help if it was offered. When he returned Ziggy gave him a small smile and placed both of his hands behind him on the bed before leaning back slightly and staring at David. "Go for it."

David pressed the peroxide covered gauze pad tenderly on the cut, making sure his movements remained gentle as he began to clean the wound. His eyes stayed locked on the area, focusing all his attentions on mending the poor boy's body. "What was the cause of this?" he asked, not really wanting to know but merely trying to fill the silence that had covered the room.

"Dick got pissed the other day and threw a mirror across the room. When it shattered he ended up coming at me with a shard of it." Ziggy hissed when the peroxide touched the cut. "Fuck. Didn't think it would sting that bad."

David winced a bit when the hiss escaped the boys mouth and pulled the small piece of cloth back from Ziggy's skin, glancing up at his face with an apologetic look. "I did warn you." he said, gently placing the gauze back on the cut and dabbing tenderly at the area. "Just a few seconds more and I'll apply a dressing."

Ziggy nodded. "Yeah yeah, you did warn me." Ziggy sighed. "It's my fault anyway, I should have cleaned it yesterday, but it slipped my mind." He shrugged. "Surprised you can even look at me to be honest. It must be pretty awful."

David shook his head and pulled the gauze back again, this time discarding it to the floor and selecting a large bandage from the first aid kit between his legs. He opened the package, removing the plastic strips covering the adhesive areas of the bandage before applying a small amount of anti-bacterial ointment to the padded section of the bandage. "This won't hurt a bit." he said, aligning the bandage above the cut perfectly before gently pressing the adhesive strips against Ziggy's skin.