[Wow, his heart is pounding like it's going to beat right out of his chest, or jackrabbit so hard it stops! He'd prefer if that didn't happen. There are lots of people he likes around.
But when she calls for him he does rouse out of the dreamy reverie quickly, looking blearily in her general direction while slowly clarity settles back around his thoughts.]
...Ah.
[Okay. Okay. She's okay, except for like, all the ways she isn't, but.]
Lucky m'over here. I think something'd fall off if you punched me, at this point.
[He's kind of quiet, and for a second he thinks of saying something like I could take it, like he's imitating what she'd say if their roles were exchanged. Answering sentimentality with a brush-off and teenage posturing. He thinks it'd make her laugh, maybe. It doesn't feel right when it's been too long since Gideon laughed or tossed her head or postured.
He lets out a slow breath, and doesn't say anything funny. He squints at Fairyfilia instead.]
[gideon says, pulling harrow closer to her. at least she can still do sarcasm, that's fun.
hex the bone hand hops off of gideon's shoulder to wander over to thancred, and stands on his leg. hello. he is checking to see if your injuries have been dealt with.]
[He doesn't find that really surprising, honestly, but it's one of those things that's entrenched in his thoughts far enough that he almost has to keep asking, just to be sure.
Kind of like, Nav, can you still hear me, are you still there.]
though if she heard any of what he said to rynlan about how none of his injuries were from jumping in front of people, you can bet that she scrunches up into a ball and pulls the blankets over herself, so like, pros and cons.]
presumably this means ryn has to dodge at close range-- he's not interrupting, but he is trying to hold onto him to keep him from falling off the couch, wincing as he does. fuck.]
[THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GLUING YOURSELF TO HIM WHEN YOU'RE ALSO INJURED.
but thank you for not letting him fall off the couch. And he settles fast when the familiarity of the hands on him settles back in; he knows who's holding him by touch alone, and that means it must — it must be fine.]
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remember how thancred was dreaming a minute ago? SURPRISE HE'S NOT ASLEEP ANYMORE]
NAV!!
[and kind of thrashes like he's trying to lunge forward, white-faced, before slowly seeming to come around enough to realize where he is.]
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it startles the shit out of her, and she probably dislodges harrow a hair, but she raises her voice and kind of just - barks out:]
Thancred. [her voice wavers, a little, but.] Hey. Look at me.
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But when she calls for him he does rouse out of the dreamy reverie quickly, looking blearily in her general direction while slowly clarity settles back around his thoughts.]
...Ah.
[Okay. Okay. She's okay, except for like, all the ways she isn't, but.]
Lucky m'over here. I think something'd fall off if you punched me, at this point.
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No. I'm not going to hit you. [she says, and her voice is perhaps more strangled than she means for it to be.]
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He lets out a slow breath, and doesn't say anything funny. He squints at Fairyfilia instead.]
...They followed us?
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Looks like. [she shifts, and winces.] I still can't understand what it's saying.
[her little orange one is sitting on her head and absently braiding bits of gideon's hair.]
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[Ugh.]
...Harrow's with you?
[He's pretty sure it's Harrow but he's not really interested in trying to move enough to look, so he's mostly just assuming based on context.]
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[gideon says, pulling harrow closer to her. at least she can still do sarcasm, that's fun.
hex the bone hand hops off of gideon's shoulder to wander over to thancred, and stands on his leg. hello. he is checking to see if your injuries have been dealt with.]
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[He doesn't find that really surprising, honestly, but it's one of those things that's entrenched in his thoughts far enough that he almost has to keep asking, just to be sure.
Kind of like, Nav, can you still hear me, are you still there.]
...Ah. Hex.
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[she says that so, so firmly. she has no way of knowing for sure, but she will tell him as many times as he needs to hear it.
hex waves an index finger. he really does seem like he's inspecting bandages like he knows what he's doing.]
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[I'm assuming someone bandaged his face by now and that's probably the most noticeable place to start, so.]
Or will the scars just make me look more roguish and dashing...?
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instead, he reaches with his finger and taps thancred like, there there. you're still pretty.
on the other side of the... couch? idk where they are. gideon snorts out a laugh.]
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though if she heard any of what he said to rynlan about how none of his injuries were from jumping in front of people, you can bet that she scrunches up into a ball and pulls the blankets over herself, so like, pros and cons.]
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NOT EVEN ONE.
JUST LIKE EVERYONE WANTED HIM TO DO.]
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it's fine she's going to pretend she's asleep! haha. everything is fine.]
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Who's acting weird? We're both asleep. Everything is fine.]
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presumably this means ryn has to dodge at close range-- he's not interrupting, but he is trying to hold onto him to keep him from falling off the couch, wincing as he does. fuck.]
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but thank you for not letting him fall off the couch. And he settles fast when the familiarity of the hands on him settles back in; he knows who's holding him by touch alone, and that means it must — it must be fine.]
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he remains quiet, though, still just holding him.]
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he's relieved and tired.]
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