[Werewolves trying for bitter humour about their situation is familiar enough that it gets a laugh out of him--quiet, a little sympathetic--but still a laugh.]
Well, at least you know none of that's going on here, yeah? Don't now if that makes it any better, but it can't exactly make it worse, so...
No, not here. Here I get bleeding out and villainous text message bandits. [The exhaustion is getting to her. Clearly. Either way, she's sure he's not going to mind her opting to lean against him.]
[Helpful reminder. The lean of her weight against him makes the worst of the pain ebb nearly immediately. Sirius sucks in a grateful breath, his sole acknowledgement.]
'Cos I picked you up off the floor, and now you're on the bed. So you won't be bleeding out right now, anyways. Can't do anything about text message bandits, though, sorry. You could always chuck your device thinger out an airlock.
I'll say this for Smiley, though--the bugger knows how to come off as if it's helpful. Even though it's anything but. [A beat; thoughtfully, he adds:] Maybe you ought to try hitting him in the head and see if it does anything.
Unfortunately it's not that easy. He'd been keeping it a secret from me - from his pack. I just didn't realize how serious he was about it. He's like a different person when he talks about that thing.
[Hey, don't disparage packs. Hayley is gonna be Queen of one soon enough back home.]
They all know now. He screwed up and left his texts with him out on the network. They tried to lock him up, but I'm guessing that with the way this place is going it's not going to stick.
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Well, at least you know none of that's going on here, yeah? Don't now if that makes it any better, but it can't exactly make it worse, so...
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[Helpful reminder. The lean of her weight against him makes the worst of the pain ebb nearly immediately. Sirius sucks in a grateful breath, his sole acknowledgement.]
'Cos I picked you up off the floor, and now you're on the bed. So you won't be bleeding out right now, anyways. Can't do anything about text message bandits, though, sorry. You could always chuck your device thinger out an airlock.
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Yeah, chucking mine won't stop much of anything. It's Isaac that can't stop listening to the damn thing.
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[He does a gesture with his hand that's sort of like an unfurling, a flop at the wrist. Ta-da, sorted. Only--]
Hang on, what's he listening to? The network?
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Yeah, that - text message. Smiley. The red menace. He's convinced the thing is helping us.
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[The only logical explanation.]
I'll say this for Smiley, though--the bugger knows how to come off as if it's helpful. Even though it's anything but. [A beat; thoughtfully, he adds:] Maybe you ought to try hitting him in the head and see if it does anything.
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Unfortunately it's not that easy. He'd been keeping it a secret from me - from his pack. I just didn't realize how serious he was about it. He's like a different person when he talks about that thing.
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Do they know about it now? [Still not going to say pack, even if he's being generous and not rolling his eyes.] Or is it still just you?
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They all know now. He screwed up and left his texts with him out on the network. They tried to lock him up, but I'm guessing that with the way this place is going it's not going to stick.
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[Not that SEC might have better luck, but at least he's on SEC. That feels like enough that might make a difference.]
So where is he now?