uncurtained | pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

[It’s been a month, I’m too tired for good starters!! But wherever she happens to come across him:]

Hey. You mentioned you wanted to check it again...?

[ what the fuck is a starter to be honest. ]

Ah-- yeah. I did. I don't want to risk infection in this place. And we probably need to change... that, anyway. [ he. gestures vaguely at the?? cloth?? they fucking put on her face. like idiots. ]

[She nods, but she pauses.]

Where should we go? And... Can we talk while we do that?

Closest lounge? [ and he smiles a bit wry at the question ] Sure. I can multitask. C'mon.

[ off they go to ? ? ? a place she can be sitting down while he does this ]

Sounds good.

[Off they go!! And once they're there:]

...Who do you think did it? With Muzet.

[ Dick's just leaning over her checking on her face while they do this I'm not describing doctor work i don't understand ]

Honestly? I don't know. The make-up, the theatricality, the-- the wild jigsaw puzzle chase... Whoever they were, they were pretty good.

[She's probably reaching out to hold his free hand while he does this, it's fine.]

You think they'll go again if we don't find them?

[ he's going to need that back eventually but for now he just squeezes hers and lets it happen ]

Yeah. I doubt they'll rest on their laurels. [ it's blunt, because. there's no point sugarcoating it. ] I'm trying to go over everything from there to see what we might've missed, but... resting on it will make things clearer.

Right.

[After a few moments:]

Can I ask who you voted for?

[ no one because the page didn't load

dick... winces, a bit. ]

Didn't. Not comfortable voting unless we're completely certain. [ he sighs ] I need to... get over that, I guess.

[She shakes her head.]

No... I get it. It's tough. You don't need to feel like you just need to get over it.

I already...

[ he trails off, but he's still in general, even where he's touching her face, before he shakes his head and moves on. ]

What about you? Theories, did you vote for anyone?

[Well, before she answers his question:]

You already what?

[ he's quiet, for a bit. and he's even quieter when he admits: ]

Already killed someone, so what's it matter?

[ did y'all think he was over escha. haha, no. he shrugs ]

It's healing fine so far, but I'm going to need both hands to remove your bandage.

[Even as she hears that, she doesn't let go of his hand.]

Dick... That wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice.

Doesn't change the fact that I did. [ it's a bit blank, and he gently tugs his hand in emphasis ] Beck.

...But it changes what that means for you.

[She does let his hand go, though, even if she looks hesitant.]

Not really. [ it's honest and curt, but then he removes the. whatever it was we put there delicately with a warning: ] Close that eyelid? I'm going to see if there's any change to your vision.

[A little more intently, but not enough to be harsh:]

Yes, it does. Would you have said the same thing about anyone else?

[Either way, she does as she's told.]

I'm not like anyone else. [ and that sounds. bad, but it was reflexive and he just-- ] Look, can we drop it? At least so I can finish checking on your eye?

[She doesn't really feel right getting upset with him while they're talking about something like this, but - well. She can't quite hide the way she looks hurt for a moment, even if it ends just as quickly.]

Right. Yeah, of course, go for it.

[ he lets out a sigh through his nose, lips pursed a bit before he obviously relaxes. ]

Okay. Open your eye, but slowly. Close it again if it hurts.

[ if it hurts, it's because the light is reaching it, which ... he doubts, but. ]

Okay, I'll do that.

[Once she's done opening it slowly... She doesn't close it at all.]

Like that?

Yeah. Try following my finger with both eyes?

[ this doctor stuff is........ fascinating. i sure am not making most of it up based on doctor tv shows. anyway, he just moves it from side to side in front of her face. ]

[She does that! With one of her eyes. Her other might be following in the same direction on muscle memory, but there's probably something that tells him she can't see from it. I'm too tired to google this, pretend I did some research.]

pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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