[ 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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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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