[He grimaces slightly when they make contact, because whatever Dillon is feeling he gets a fraction of it all his own. Even when his powers aren't actively trying to rewrite, to 'fix' Powers' own mutated physiology he gets the sense of something poking at him. Moving around inside of him in ways that shouldn't be possible and feel inherently wrong. But he asked for this, knowingly, so he's not about to complain.]
Yes. Yes that seems... [He pulls the splint off and flexes his fingers experimentally, sighing in relief.] Much better. My thanks to you, Mr. Cole.
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Yes. Yes that seems... [He pulls the splint off and flexes his fingers experimentally, sighing in relief.] Much better. My thanks to you, Mr. Cole.