The kid is obviously in pain. The broken rib(s?) make movement painful and Bjørn winces in sympathy as the kid reaches forward to grab his knife, his forehead crinkling as he attempts to control the pain. Hazel eyes search the thief's face as Bjørn speaks of the black box, looking to see how the man will react. If the kid lies to him, the hunter will take him to the doctor and then wherever he wants but that will be the end of the conversation. He watches as the young man weigh his options, Bjørn keeping a neutral, almost bored, expression on his face. The smirk and rough words that are ground out through the thief's swollen throat have the hunter's mouth twitching up. Maybe this kid isn't so bad after all.
Slipping the black box into one of his jackets hidden inner pockets, Bjørn steps back from the man, Tipsy, to exit. One eyebrow lifts, as Tipson gives his name, the hunter unsure of it is his real name or a fake one. Ah, what the hell? Might as well show the kid some trust. Deep voice rumbles out as the hunter says,
But still, Bjørn has always been uncomfortable receiving others gratitude. He is cursed with this immortal life but that did not change who he is. As the pair move, the hunter keeps close to the injured Tipsy, while also trying to give the young man space. He worries he might scare the kid off, so he takes everything slowly like he would with a wounded, vicious animal. Tipsy's rough voice catches the hunter's ears and Bjørn has to stop himself from gently scolding the injured man for talking with a swollen throat. The kid seems more at ease talking, and the hunter decides to indulge Tipsy curiosity. Usually, he would prefer silence, years (or was it decades?) alone have taught Bjørn how to be at peace with himself, to be comfortable when there is no noise expecting the beating of own heart.
A smirk plays across the hunter's lips as Tipsy questions him and Bjørn says,
As the pair approach the car, Bjørn fishes the keys from his pants pocket and hits the button to unlock the doors. Opening the passenger door for Tipsy, the hunter turns around to look at the young man and says,