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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[devoutish]

Yeah you do. You're not well.

[bywolves]

Don't be condescending.

[devoutish]

Fucking hell, Duster. When I was ill, right, when I was hurt - did I turn away help?

[bywolves]

You didn't have much choice. Watson said you were half dead. [ Kind of. Royce might be exaggerating. ] I can move just fine. I'm not tired, I can see straight.

[devoutish]

Can you.

[THAT HAD BETTER NOT BE A LIE, ROYCE.]

[bywolves]

[ IT'S NOT A LIE GOD WHAT ARE YOU HIS MOM ]

Yes. [ And now he's not going to tell Alfie anything else unless it gets really bad. Oops. ] By Mar, both you and Tifa are annoying.

[devoutish]

And you're being a fucking child. You're injured, and you cannot pretend it away. Take some fucking responsibility for yourself and do what it takes to keep yourself alive. Medical treatment is not condescending, it's not coddling, it's necessary.

[bywolves]

I'm aware. [ Royce says, and now he's angry. ] You remember I'm not House, right? I am not actively looking for an early death. I know my limits and what I can deal with. You do not.

[devoutish]

That would be believable if it sounded like you were being in any way reasonable about it.

[bywolves]

[ Ughhh, his head hurts and he's so not wanting to talk about this. ]

I'd forgotten it's you that decides what's reasonable. [ Scowl!!! ]

[devoutish]

Not thinking you can wish away broken bones and a concussion would be a start.

[bywolves]

I don't think that.

Do you think I've never had to take care of myself before, Solomons?

[devoutish]

When you've got no better options. Yeah. And now you have them, so fucking take them.

[bywolves]

I don't know what you expect me to do. My finger is splinted and I can walk. I'm not sitting in a house all day.

[devoutish]

Let us ask our questions and assess your fucking mental state.

[bywolves]

[ In the most annoyed tone ever: ] What, then.

[devoutish]

How long have you been feeling confused?

[bywolves]

Since yesterday. Just small details. It's not confusion, I know who and where I am.

[devoutish]

Loss of appetite?

[bywolves]

Nauseated. It's better this morning.

[devoutish]

Good. How are the fingers?

[bywolves]

Sore. Trying to keep moving them so they don't get too stiff.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

I've got a cough. Trying to stay inside more because of it.

[bywolves]

[ And now it's time for Being a Hypocrite Hour! ]

How bad is it? Don't make it worse.

[devoutish]

[Royce.]

Is this the part where I clam up and get angry at you for asking?

-- It's not good. Doesn't sound like pneumonia, but it may be a bad cold.