[ it still isn't. to be honest. but sometimes, after another long, long day, and knowing that someone you really, really like is going to be brutally executed in the cruelest manner possible tomorrow... sometimes, you cope.
he glances at the joint in his hands, and back at date. and then, dryly, quips - ] If you're going to try it, I'd rather at home with me where it's safe.
[ like an overprotective parent. this is a joke. ]
[ bleh. he’s not even sure he likes it, but he does take another drag. if smoking a terrible habit with horrible health consequences, then why make characters more attractive, hm? ]
So, what. Do this until I feel infinitely more relaxed and then go from there?
[ he looks at the tip of the blunt and the glow of the burn there, before handing it back to lbx. he’s not trying to monopolise his high. ]
[ help. he laughs a little, at that, and takes it back from him. ]
Honestly, it depends. It's a relaxant, but it can have different effects on different people. Different strains, different kinds. It's not something I'm completely familiar with short of my research here.
You're right - it is so tricky. A skill I never quite mastered.
[ ... during that long period of grief, he tried. he wanted to. he tried to turn his brain off in every manner he possibly could at night away from his desk, and found that rerouting it directly into his work just worked better. ]
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[ it still isn't. to be honest. but sometimes, after another long, long day, and knowing that someone you really, really like is going to be brutally executed in the cruelest manner possible tomorrow... sometimes, you cope.
he glances at the joint in his hands, and back at date. and then, dryly, quips - ] If you're going to try it, I'd rather at home with me where it's safe.
[ like an overprotective parent. this is a joke. ]
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after a moment he just snorts, and holds out his hand. why the fuck not? ]
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As the Prime Minister of the Eighth Galaxy, I grant you diplomatic immunity. Go on.
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[ he’ll take a drag.
i have zero idea if he’s ever smoked in his life so he can cough a little as a treat. ]
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but he does reach over and give him a thump on the back to help, expression warming up a little. ]
There you go, that's the spirit.
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So, what. Do this until I feel infinitely more relaxed and then go from there?
[ he looks at the tip of the blunt and the glow of the burn there, before handing it back to lbx. he’s not trying to monopolise his high. ]
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Honestly, it depends. It's a relaxant, but it can have different effects on different people. Different strains, different kinds. It's not something I'm completely familiar with short of my research here.
It just helps me not think so much.
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[ you learn something new every day. ]
...
Yeah. Could do with a bit more of that.
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[ he agrees, there - the laugh is soft, a huff, as he gives up and flops backwards, looking up at the planetarium stars overhead. ]
That's what Gideon told me to do a few weeks ago. Just stop thinking.
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Yeah, somehow I can see that being tricky for you
[ lbx seems like he's always thinking. and thinking about thinking about thinking. ]
... She's not wrong though. Turning off your brain's a pretty good skill to have.
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[ ... during that long period of grief, he tried. he wanted to. he tried to turn his brain off in every manner he possibly could at night away from his desk, and found that rerouting it directly into his work just worked better. ]
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[ there’s nothing serious about what he’s suggesting. sometimes your brain just doesn’t want to play along and you have to shoulder that. ]
Unfortunately we need our brains turned on for a good chunk of the week. Not much time to rest and forget then.