[ after beau's in as good of a shape as she's going to get thanks to the camp's government assigned medics (no), majima's here to welcome her back to the snabin, get the door for her, all that good shit. how's she doing... ]
Sorry for jumpin' to the worst earlier. Kinda hit a lil' too close to home.
[ well, walking sucks. actually like, moving sucks? everything sucks. she probably walked very, very slowly all the way to the snabin. and when she gets inside, she kind of just looks at the bunkbeds like she wants to cry. please don't make her climb to the top bunk. ]
... S'okay. [ she says, voice rough and gritty. she just stands, exhausted, in the middle of the cabin. ] I figured.
[ in that case, he most likely supported her the whole way unless she told him otherwise... weh. once they're finally inside, though, he bumps shoulders with her—much gentler than usual, though, and very pointedly not the one she'd injured. he's doing it more to nudge her toward his bunk than anything else, really. ]
C'mon, don't make me push ya onto the bed. [ beat ] I wash my sheets daily, by the way, before ya start accusin' me of being gross.
[ that is very nice of him. she snorts. and then winces. ow. ]
Please. I slept in the dirt every night before I got to the House. I don't care about gross. [ but she will go over to his bed and gingerly lay down. slowly. she exhales slow. ]
Fuck. [ she's exhausted, even after she passed out like halfway through. ]
[ he did have a follow-up joke ready to go, but somehow he didn't expect her to shoot him that kind of look, so he's matching it with a deer-in-headlights expression of his own. ]
Shit, no, I'm not—c'mon, I ain't a complete jackass!
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Sorry for jumpin' to the worst earlier. Kinda hit a lil' too close to home.
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... S'okay. [ she says, voice rough and gritty. she just stands, exhausted, in the middle of the cabin. ] I figured.
[ sniff. ] Thank you. For being there.
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C'mon, don't make me push ya onto the bed. [ beat ] I wash my sheets daily, by the way, before ya start accusin' me of being gross.
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Please. I slept in the dirt every night before I got to the House. I don't care about gross. [ but she will go over to his bed and gingerly lay down. slowly. she exhales slow. ]
Fuck. [ she's exhausted, even after she passed out like halfway through. ]
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[ he sits at the foot of the bed after she lies down, resting his back against the pole that holds the other bunk above them. ]
Dumb question, I know, but bear with me—where are ya hurtin' most?
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... It's a tie. My eye's screaming, but my hand -- I really. I really fucked up my hand.
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[ he looks her over now that she's settled, taking inventory of her injuries for himself for the first time... yikes. ]
I get the feeling tryin' to distract you by punchin' ya somewhere else wouldn't work nearly as well as it did the first time.
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as for the last bit, she looks at him with a sort of alarmed look, eye open and wary. ]
-- Please don't. [ she knows he's probably just kidding and any other time it'd be great, but she really hurts. ]
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Shit, no, I'm not—c'mon, I ain't a complete jackass!
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I know you're not! [ she says, huffily, sinking back down. ] ... It was just in case.
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... lemme know when ya do start feelin' like yourself again, though. I can help ya learn how to get around half-blind.
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I'm going to have to learn how to fight half blind, too. It's a lot to adjust to.
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Been there, done that. Lucky for you, ya got an expert teachin' you the ropes. I had to learn all this shit by myself.
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[ she smiles a bit. ] Definitely lucky. We match, even, so I'm counting on you.