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[fe_male]

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[fe_male]

She'd be a pretty shitty one if you did.

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[motherofnemesis]

Or I've just seen a lot of double agents over the years.

[fe_male]

Yeah, okay, that's possible too, but it's less fun for me.

[motherofnemesis]

I'm really confused as to why you think double agents are fun.

[fe_male]

I don't. I think figuring out other people is fun.

[motherofnemesis]

What if people don't want to be figured out?

[fe_male]

Then they need to try harder. That part isn't my problem.

[motherofnemesis]

I must have really annoyed you, at first.

[fe_male]

[ Wait. ] What?

[motherofnemesis]

[ shrug. a little reluctantly. ] I was just - well, I was kind of an ass for a while. At the beginning.

[fe_male]

Were you? I didn't notice. [ Passive. He either did and doesn't care now, or really didn't and is thinking about why he might have missed it. ]

[motherofnemesis]

Well, that's nice. [ A little smile, wry. ] Doesn't matter now, I guess. Which is nice.

[fe_male]

Water under the charred remains of that particular bridge. Never do things by halves.

[motherofnemesis]

All in or nothing? [ Shifting again, restless. ] It's a good policy.

[fe_male]

Something wrong?

[motherofnemesis]

It's been half an hour, right? Can I get up now?

[fe_male]

[ Considering. ] Slowly. And you can't trick me if it didn't work right - although, I mean, it will, because I made it - but don't even try it anyway.

[motherofnemesis]

You wouldn't give that warning if you didn't think I could. [ She's just saying. And pulling herself into a sitting position, carefully keeping her face smooth in case of any pain. ] Not that lying down with you isn't very nice, I just. [ Shrug. ] I don't like medical looking places. Or staying still when there's danger.

[fe_male]

I could just be trying to save you the effort of an inevitable failure, given your weakened state, currently. [ Who knows.

But that's fair enough. He helps her up a little bit, where he can, and then sits up with her and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. ] How is it?

[motherofnemesis]

I'm not weakened. [ A retort that doesn't hold a lot of truth in it, but she felt the need to make anyways.

She puts out her hand to his shoulder to help support her as she slides off the slide of the bed, then pulls it away to stand firmly on her own two feet for a little bit, silent. ] Not bad. I mean, I think my ratio of not bad is skewed, but this is pretty okay.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah it's okay, he was expecting that response. It's probably just continuing to poke the wounded bear, the smirk he makes, but he still doesn't really care. ]

'Pretty okay' does not actually explain things very well. [ But it's cool, he's trying to look at it himself, ducking and tilting his head, eyes narrowing to track how she's moving with it, how well it seems to be holding. ] Especially with a skewed starting point.

[motherofnemesis]

[ That is a much worse bedside manner than he had before. ]

It explains it perfectly fine. I'm not going to fall over, it hurts at an acceptable level, I'm pretty okay. [ But she takes a few steps to the side and back at an angle that he can see, then stands still for him to examine it. ] I mean, I'm exhausted and eventually I'll crash, but I don't feel that bad. Promise.

[fe_male]

[ He's not totally satisfied with her self-report until he's finished looking at it in depth. Not having to get up and examine it physically, but vetting it with every sense he's got. When he determines that a. it is working, and b. okay cool she wasn't lying about it working, he finally chills it out and looks back up at her, no trace of further examination on his face. Actually he looks suddenly very tired, and pleased, and just. If there's an expression specifically for someone whom you had just thought might be dying about two hours ago actually walking around being totally okay, that's the one he has. ]

Good.

[motherofnemesis]

[ It's okay, she might not quite enjoy being looked at so thoroughly but she knows the tension that runs just under your skin when someone you care about is in danger and she knows she matters to him enough for that to have been worrying. She doesn't even want to think about how she'd feel right now if it had been him instead of her. That's a good expression to be a result, though, and she sort of smiles back, shuffling back over to lean her head on his shoulder for a moment. ]

All good. Let's go somewhere more comfortable.

[fe_male]

[ He just breathes a little bit, letting the moment happen. ] Can you walk to your room?