[ She is. She remains fairly patient in terms of the manner she handles and deals with him and his own distinct lack of the same.
He accepts both, pills on the back of his tongue before he sips just enough water to coat his mouth and get them down. Afterward, he holds onto the glass half because he's not sure what he wants to actually do with the rest of the water, and half because he's not thinking about the water at all anymore. He's processing, and while normally he's more than capable of multi-tasking, more or less, right now, things aren't going so smoothly. It's a few moments of pause before he continues on with the conversation. ]
Have you been hurt before now? [ It's a question, at least. It's the top of his questions, but far from the only one that he has. ]
[ She was expecting more questions, sits down on the bed next to him and tucks her legs up, clasps her arms around her knees. Still avoiding his eyes more than a little because she can tell he's not okay with it, but solidly there next to him. That question gains him a little unpleasant twitch of her mouth though, not really wanting to answer. ]
It's only the second time I've been out on this. You know me. They can't touch me.
[ Yeah, he knows what she's saying in the spaces between what she's deliberately not saying. He's a pro at playing that particular game, okay, you don't try and play a player. He sips a little more water - nightmares and a general aversion to water exacerbated recently mean that he's more or less in a constant mild state of dehydration, but what else is new? - and considers the tactical benefit in trying to be taciturn that everyone's always trying to convince him about.
Ah, fuck it. He comes to the same conclusion in regards to that as he usually does. Whatever restraint is coming from her being nice and nearby and hey apparently that's still necessary for him right now, and because he... Okay, it's not lack of forethought or concern for her reaction - he's just tired. ] Looks like it. That red stuff goes on the outside, right?
[ Tony, come on here. Can't you just let her get away with things a little bit? A tiny bit of playing the player? It's totally fine, seriously, everything's okay and he doesn't have to say -
Anything. Goddamnit. Fine, sure, they can do this conversation if he really really wants to. ] There were a lot of them. A couple landed punches, a couple broke skin a little. Look, do you want to see? They barely even qualify as injuries.
[ He doesn't technically want to, really. Like, at all. ]
Not really. I believe you, I just needed to hear it. Gotta have a reason to trust the statements, right? Seeing and all that. Although please don't show me. [ He doesn't want to see the proof and pain on his behalf, even if he technically had absolutely nothing to do with it and wasn't even aware it was happening. ] You didn't need to.
[ Yeah, see, there they go. She's silent for a little bit, and if the placement of her arm across her stomach is casual it's actually carefully placed to conceal the few small scrapes she accumulated. ]
Yeah, I did. [ Straightforward, calm. It's simply the truth as she sees it. She's generally good at seeing the grey, but when it comes to this there's only black and white. ] You're mine. Nobody gets to hurt you. I have to make sure everyone knows that.
[ Wow rude. Hide things from him like that, even though he actually just sort of asked you to. He didn't mean you had to literally hide your injuries, just that it wasn't necessary to blatantly expose them.
And okay more wow. He doesn't even sort of know what to do with that. It hits much deeper than he thinks was intended - not that he thinks it was meant to hit at all, but it's like that time she made him sit down and lie back and shut up and listen to a small lecture on his own sense of worth and he's never really prepared to handle things like that. So, effectively, he's finished with the conversation for a little while. At least until he comes back online from the power surge. ] Okay.
[ Hey she was already doing that. The offer to show him was less of an actual offer and more of a 'put up or shut up' thing, because she doesn't want him to think about it or worry about it. Stick to the other parts, Tony.
She shrugs, leans over to run a hand through his hair and press her lips to his forehead. ] I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry.
[ It's cool, he's gonna bounce back quick from that. Can't be too moved by things, right? Especially when they weren't even supposed to have that effect.
So he first accepts the affection, the hand in his hair and the lips to his skin, and then pulls slightly away from them, brushes it off with a quirk of his mouth and a swift exhalation. ] Yeah, next time you might wanna try dispatching them a little faster. Or knock me out a little more efficiently.
[ He can be moved by whatever he wants to be moved by, honestly. She gets that it was kind of a shit thing to do, she just - did it anyways. Max at her best.
She makes a noncommittal noise, tucks her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. ] Well, I feel like I knocked them out super efficiently. You're just highly uncooperative.
[ She's not - entirely curling up in a ball, she's just keeping herself warm. Or something. She tends to curl in on herself when she's feeling uncertain, or when she knows she's done something wrong. It helps keep her a little grounded. ]
I don't like knocking you out, though. [ and that's entirely serious, though she tries to play it off a little bit, smile at him like it's almost a joke. ]
Are you kidding me, I'm great at it. You're just uncooperative, you said so yourself. I followed all the directions precisely. 'How to knock out drugged up worriers so they don't worry 101.'
Did you just call me a worrier? I'm not some soccer mom, I wasn't worried. Not until you came back, anyway. I told you, I was in pain - I just needed you for your bottle opening abilities.
[ There must be something soft he can throw at you. Is this a towel? This looks like a towel. Now it looks suspiciously like a towel being thrown at your face. ]
[ Wow, that is really rude. She makes a startled noise, slowly slides it off and wrinkles her face up at him, rolls her eyes a little. ] Only temporarily effective. Going to have to try a little harder than that.
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He accepts both, pills on the back of his tongue before he sips just enough water to coat his mouth and get them down. Afterward, he holds onto the glass half because he's not sure what he wants to actually do with the rest of the water, and half because he's not thinking about the water at all anymore. He's processing, and while normally he's more than capable of multi-tasking, more or less, right now, things aren't going so smoothly. It's a few moments of pause before he continues on with the conversation. ]
Have you been hurt before now? [ It's a question, at least. It's the top of his questions, but far from the only one that he has. ]
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It's only the second time I've been out on this. You know me. They can't touch me.
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Ah, fuck it. He comes to the same conclusion in regards to that as he usually does. Whatever restraint is coming from her being nice and nearby and hey apparently that's still necessary for him right now, and because he... Okay, it's not lack of forethought or concern for her reaction - he's just tired. ] Looks like it. That red stuff goes on the outside, right?
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Anything. Goddamnit. Fine, sure, they can do this conversation if he really really wants to. ] There were a lot of them. A couple landed punches, a couple broke skin a little. Look, do you want to see? They barely even qualify as injuries.
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Not really. I believe you, I just needed to hear it. Gotta have a reason to trust the statements, right? Seeing and all that. Although please don't show me. [ He doesn't want to see the proof and pain on his behalf, even if he technically had absolutely nothing to do with it and wasn't even aware it was happening. ] You didn't need to.
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Yeah, I did. [ Straightforward, calm. It's simply the truth as she sees it. She's generally good at seeing the grey, but when it comes to this there's only black and white. ] You're mine. Nobody gets to hurt you. I have to make sure everyone knows that.
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And okay more wow. He doesn't even sort of know what to do with that. It hits much deeper than he thinks was intended - not that he thinks it was meant to hit at all, but it's like that time she made him sit down and lie back and shut up and listen to a small lecture on his own sense of worth and he's never really prepared to handle things like that. So, effectively, he's finished with the conversation for a little while. At least until he comes back online from the power surge. ] Okay.
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She shrugs, leans over to run a hand through his hair and press her lips to his forehead. ] I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry.
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So he first accepts the affection, the hand in his hair and the lips to his skin, and then pulls slightly away from them, brushes it off with a quirk of his mouth and a swift exhalation. ] Yeah, next time you might wanna try dispatching them a little faster. Or knock me out a little more efficiently.
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She makes a noncommittal noise, tucks her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. ] Well, I feel like I knocked them out super efficiently. You're just highly uncooperative.
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being moved at all is the issue
although she wasn't supposed to curl up in a ball or whatever why is she doing that ]
No, knock me out. That was the mistake, you didn't make me sleep quite long enough. I am highly uncooperative though. I'm not sorry.
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I don't like knocking you out, though. [ and that's entirely serious, though she tries to play it off a little bit, smile at him like it's almost a joke. ]
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That's great, because apparently you suck at it.
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Are you kidding me, I'm great at it. You're just uncooperative, you said so yourself. I followed all the directions precisely. 'How to knock out drugged up worriers so they don't worry 101.'
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