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everythinglost

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From:

wildguardian

Yeah. That's where his responsibility comes in. If he's making the choices you deserve for him to make the best choices he can.

Because you know you're not expendable, right?

From:

everythinglost

oof course i am

thats the point

From:

wildguardian

Think he'd say that if I asked him?

[It's not that he thinks Fitz's Doctor fixation is good for him, but he doesn't think that the Doctor doesn't care. The way Fitz talks about him, he's careless but not uncaring.]

From:

everythinglost

Dont he doesnt know you have to promise not to say anything

From:

wildguardian

I won't. C'mon, man.

If you don't want him to know you think you're expendable, you know he doesn't think you are.

From:

everythinglost

obviously doesnt hes the best. good person doesnt think about expendable so he doesnt do those caculations. especially not with friends and we are.

From:

wildguardian

Before he started hanging out with you guys, did he usually go it alone?

From:

everythinglost

no he doesnt like traveling alone. sam said hes less real if hes alone but i think its just more fun.

From:

wildguardian

So. You're not doing him any favors by thinking it's your job to do whatever he asks and he doesn't have to think about whether it's gonna get you killed.

If he's giving the orders he's the one who has to think about how dangerous they are and whether you're expendable. Otherwise, he's the one who's going to fuck up real bad and have to live with that.

From:

everythinglost

if he had to live with it i wouldn't exist

From:

wildguardian

what?

From:

everythinglost

[It's a few hours before there's any response, when Fitz wakes up from something close enough to sleep to a moderate level of regret. And much steadier typing.]

Sorry about that. I'm sure someone has said that the invention of text was a mistake. While they were probably wrong in the specifics, there may have been something like a point.

From:

wildguardian

How's the head?

[because given how drunk he probably was a few hours ago, he's got to have a thundering hangover now....]

From:

everythinglost

Currently: getting hit with a comedy, giant hammer sounds really appealing.

From:

wildguardian

Ouch. I think I've got some hangover pills around here somewhere if you want one.

I promise not to bring up any drunken conversations in the light of day, according to the ancient code of alcohol conduct.

From:

everythinglost

I'd honor you as a scholar and a gentleman, but I'm pretty sure the ancient code says that's only fair play if you have a conversation with someone who's already very drunk.

So I'll just say the pills would be appreciated.

From:

wildguardian

Indeed it does! I'll be by in a few. Your cabin, right?

From:

everythinglost

That's the one, thankfully.

[He's usually a bit more careful when drinking around other people.]

From:

wildguardian

[It's not too far; Yunlan'll be there in a few minutes, with a red box of hangover remedy pills labeled in scuffed gold characters. He raps a knuckle against Fitz's door, raising his voice so the amused tone will carry through the wood.]

A gentleman and a scholar reporting for duty.

From:

everythinglost

As Fitz opens the door, he offers an obscene hand gesture to convey his deep appreciation. He's pretty sure he looks awful, which is an appropriate match to how he feels.

"Ta."

From:

wildguardian

Yunlan huffs out a breath of laughter, tossing Fitz the box in a gentle, underhand lob calculated to not stress any alcohol-fried reflexes.

"You're welcome. So what I meant to say the other night was, sorry for overstepping."

From:

everythinglost

Fitz manages to catch it and then open it, not without fumbling but, as much as he does usually drink slightly less, it's not like this is the first time he's ended up like this.

"It's fine." Listless, but that was the point. All sensitive nerves to be appropriately numbed, more or less. He steps back, patting his pocket for a lighter. "D'you want something to drink? Juice. Going to have to restock."

When it's down to automatic responses, he tends more towards polite than he does when fully focused.

From:

wildguardian

"Sure, juice would be fine," Yunlan says easily, catching the door with the toe of his boot. "Get yourself some too, hydration never hurts, et cetera."

From:

everythinglost

"Yeah, yeah. Hair of the dog would be a bit much, so juice it is." He moves - carefully - to dig two bottles out from the cooler he keeps under the card table he'd repurposed for his 'parlor'. His cabin is still mostly his room from the TARDIS, but he's had the time to make adjustments for circumstances, and isn't particularly mired in sentiment about changing things.

"From the commissary, I think. So don't look too hard at the flavor." He might just have taken the bottles from there and filled them in the dining room, it's not high on the list of things to remember. He slouches in a chair, taking a drink before lighting up his cigarette.

From:

wildguardian

"Ooh," Yunlan says with a quirk of his lips, taking the bottle and looking (against Fitz's suggestion) at the label. "Flavor roulette."

He takes a swig, eyebrows rising. It's mostly just sweet, with a weird sour-fruity aftertaste, but it's not that vile. He's had worse dive bar drinks.

"Not a bad place you've got," he adds casually, looking around. "Homey."