Next time Larry cooked with oil in the kitchen, the miniatures promised themselves to stay away - they had been caught in splash-back of hot oil they were using to deep fry the crispy pork balls.
Jedediah had been burnt by the hot oil, and was currently sucking at the injury, hoping it would both the pain.
It somewhat worked.
But, Octavius noticed the pain the cowboy was in, and crossed the few steps to his friend.
"Jedediah, what seems to be wrong?" he asked, held tilted slightly in worry.
"Nothing… I'm just tired is all." the blond covered.
"Sure you are." the Roman said sarcastically. "Now, what's up?"
"I got burned by the hot oil." the cowboy whispered.
When Octavius finally saw the injured hand, something inside him snapped, and his calm composer. He completely freaked, and took the cowboy back to the Roman diorama to help fix his wounds.
The roman led the cowboy to an almost-deserted display, the only person still there was the doctor that helped the wounded.
They spent a couple of hours in the doctor's room, after the medic had left them alone, and spent a few hours talking between themselves about anything and everything.
Jedediah hadn't been lying when he said he was tired before though, so he rested his head on the Roman general's shoulder, and, whilst in the middle of a sentence, drifted to sleep, a small smile on his face making up for the bandage on his hand that made him look damaged, and broken.
Octavius smiled fondly at the blond, and settled his head against the other man's ready for staying like that for the whole night, and the roman wasn't bothered in the slightest about it.