“I don’t want to.”
A hand dripping blood was reluctantly held out by one man; a sigh of frustration escaped the lips of another.
One reached for the first aid kit; the other cringed at the impending sting no matter how gently his injury would be attended to.
“I think you’ve used these supplies more than their owners have,” one sadly commented.
“I wouldn’t be using them now had you withstood the temptation to play with those leather-engraving tools again,” the other pointed out. “Rest assured, my boy, we’ll be discussing your inability to resist momentarily.”