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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He bats Alec’s hand away without any real effort. ]

Says the guy shoving the wounded man. That’s a level of cruelty that’s just seriously messed up, man.

[striketwice]

[ He rolls his eyes ] If that nasty fucking tea hasn't killed you yet, a little push sure isn't going to. Don't play the pity card with me.

[nostalgiabomb]

I still think you shouldn’t knock it ‘fore you try it.

It’s not so bad, really.

[striketwice]

"Not so bad"? You look you're gonna be sick just thinking about it.

My "fuck no" still stands.

[nostalgiabomb]

That’s your problem, Brennan. No sense of adventure.

[striketwice]

I have a lot of problems, Quill. A lacking sense of adventure isn't one of them.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A weighty, contemplative pause. ]

I guess you're right.

You do have a lot of problems.

[striketwice]

[ He snorts, as if to say "you don't know the half of it".

He falls into silence for a bit, and for probably the hundredth time, he thinks he really should go. This time he listens, albeit reluctantly. Bed is sounding awful nice right now, and this little chair he's in just won't cut it. ]

Well, I think I'll leave you do your convalescing. Try not to let your tea get cold.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lifts the mug of said tea, as if in toast. ]

Thanks.

[ Then, brightly, ] Hope you're less of an asshole in the morning.

[striketwice]

[ He pauses to consider that a moment, then shrugs. ]

Nah, I don’t think so.

[ He gives a little wave of farewell as he exits the room, and through he doesn’t feel quite as hazy and pleasantly warm as he had a few moments earlier, the feeling is still there, lazily drifting just under the surface.

Sleep doesn’t claim him immediately, but he’s still too tired to really focus, to really think about the events of the night with any kind of scrutiny, so he sits up for a while with a tablet, idly scrolling through news feeds for anything interesting. He doesn’t find much, and eventually that quietly content feeling drags him under. ]