[ She doesn't say anything as she works thoroughly works over his muscles, kneading out all the knots and strains that settled in overnight. It's not comfortable, but it will be worth it on the long run. Her hands stop at the base of his spine, fingertips dipping underneath his trousers. ]
Do you want me to keep going? Or do you think soaking in the tub will take care of the rest?
[if Robert Callaghan was a cat, he'd be purring at this point; as it is, other than a tiny bit of shifting, he's utterly pliable under her hands. those sounds he does make, however, at least seem content if a bit heavy and weary. can he just melt here, that would be nice, thanks...
he doesn't even move as she pauses to ask. it's with some reluctance, however, that he makes himself respond.]
I'm going to need one sooner or later. [beat] But I can wait.
[that's permission, if she's so inclined. though, now that he's made himself talk, he does have to ask, somewhat more quietly-]
[yeah yeah he's lifting. he doesn't have the spoons to be body-shy right now, and- well, they did kind of. yeah. there was a thing. it was...sure a thing.
though he does pause, actually moving to look back at her]
[ It is too late to be shy after you've been inside a person.
She drops his pants to the ground next to his shirt and goes back to massaging him. ]
Fifty percent, kept you from hurting yourself other than some strained muscles, observed without outside stimuli, and actually gave you the antidote before permanent damage set in. He's stingy with antidotes.
But I'd say the sedative was more to make it harder for me to carry you out than for your benefit.
[yEAH AND that's a whole 'nother can of worms. on the bright side, if he had any concern that it was going to damage things, the fact that she's here and basically nursemaiding him is pretty much throwing that down a hole.
he says a few choice words as he sets his head back down, most of which he learned in the military. fifty percent. he doesn't want to imagine full strength, and- outside stimuli? so that was all...his own mind, then? and the straightjacket actually was for his benefit?
maybe Crane is a real scientist.
...maybe. permanent damage. Robert swallows, trying very hard to reign his thoughts back in. they want to run in circles and spirals, to make jumps and connections that he can only barely keep in check...]
And he- called you? [to pick him up in the first place.]
[WOW HARLEY he really should have expected that lbr. considering everything else, the undignified noise he muffles can be forgiven, as could her actions. after everything, she's- well. she's more than allowed to be Harley.
he does stretch a bit as she's gone, grabbing a sheet to cover his lower half. when she returns, he'll have moved in to a sitting position, rubbing his face.]
[ HE DIDN'T MIND HAVING HIS BUTT GRABBED LAST TIME HURR HURR AMIRIGHT?
Since he can sit up unassisted, she hands him the crackers and drink and belly flops across the bed. She's been up all night and now it is break time. ]
[THAT WAS KIND OF A DIFFERENT SITUATION WOMAN. he did not mind it in the slightest tho
Robert's still a bit weak, but at this point he can actually open both of them. he takes them slowly- the two glasses of water sated his immediate needs, but as empty as his stomach is, he's human enough at this point to force moderation.]
Give me a week.
[that sad little smile is because he's still planning on meeting Crane next week, unless other circumstances come up. he doesn't admit it; instead he reaches out to touch her hair, idly threading some of it through his fingers.]
[the curl of his fingers in to a loose fist makes it clear that he's not looking forward to it. but he makes it relax, going back to petting her soon enough.]
'drather not think about it right now, though. I already know how stupid it is. [viscerally so, at this point.]
[he appreciates it. they can argue when he's more himself. right now...
right now he's taking another mouthful of the water to clear some crumbs. it's not threatening to come back up, which was the thing he was most concerned about. still...]
...you didn't have to stay, you know.
[said in the quiet tone of someone who's slightly surprised that she, well, did. as opposed to dismissing her because hell no]
We are. But I still wish there was something I could do for you. [he smiles wryly] It's been a long while since I had anyone to clean up after me, all right?
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Do you want me to keep going? Or do you think soaking in the tub will take care of the rest?
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he doesn't even move as she pauses to ask. it's with some reluctance, however, that he makes himself respond.]
I'm going to need one sooner or later. [beat] But I can wait.
[that's permission, if she's so inclined. though, now that he's made himself talk, he does have to ask, somewhat more quietly-]
Was it like this for you, after...?
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No. His chemicals don't work on me. If he wants to get under my skin, he's gotta do it the old-fashioned way.
... Honestly, he went kinda easy on you.
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though he does pause, actually moving to look back at her]
...that was easy?
[UM
UM]
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She drops his pants to the ground next to his shirt and goes back to massaging him. ]
Fifty percent, kept you from hurting yourself other than some strained muscles, observed without outside stimuli, and actually gave you the antidote before permanent damage set in. He's stingy with antidotes.
But I'd say the sedative was more to make it harder for me to carry you out than for your benefit.
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he says a few choice words as he sets his head back down, most of which he learned in the military. fifty percent. he doesn't want to imagine full strength, and- outside stimuli? so that was all...his own mind, then? and the straightjacket actually was for his benefit?
maybe Crane is a real scientist.
...maybe. permanent damage. Robert swallows, trying very hard to reign his thoughts back in. they want to run in circles and spirals, to make jumps and connections that he can only barely keep in check...]
And he- called you? [to pick him up in the first place.]
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Do you wanna eat something before getting cleaned up?
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...there's some saltines in the pantry. [beat] And some of that sports water.
[he's not sure he could keep anything else down right now, but he knows he probably should get something in.]
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[ She swats his butt as she stands to go fetch for him. What! She got permission! ]
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he does stretch a bit as she's gone, grabbing a sheet to cover his lower half. when she returns, he'll have moved in to a sitting position, rubbing his face.]
...thanks.
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Since he can sit up unassisted, she hands him the crackers and drink and belly flops across the bed. She's been up all night and now it is break time. ]
Feeling human yet?
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he did not mind it in the slightest thoRobert's still a bit weak, but at this point he can actually open both of them. he takes them slowly- the two glasses of water sated his immediate needs, but as empty as his stomach is, he's human enough at this point to force moderation.]
Give me a week.
[that sad little smile is because he's still planning on meeting Crane next week, unless other circumstances come up. he doesn't admit it; instead he reaches out to touch her hair, idly threading some of it through his fingers.]
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Mm. You goin' back for round two?
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[the curl of his fingers in to a loose fist makes it clear that he's not looking forward to it. but he makes it relax, going back to petting her soon enough.]
'drather not think about it right now, though. I already know how stupid it is. [viscerally so, at this point.]
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right now he's taking another mouthful of the water to clear some crumbs. it's not threatening to come back up, which was the thing he was most concerned about. still...]
...you didn't have to stay, you know.
[said in the quiet tone of someone who's slightly surprised that she, well, did. as opposed to dismissing her because hell no]
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Yeah I did.
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[don't mind him taking her hand to squeeze.]
...thank you.
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But she just won't mention that little detail. ]
Ewww, feelings.
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You do not. We're friends, aren't we? It's not about running up a tab.
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Do you think you can stand on your own? I don't mind helping you to the bath. Not to rush you or anything, but you're kinda ripe.
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