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[electrowhipit]

When you people say "things" happen every once in a while, are these "things" always so... I don't even know how to describe that. Involved? Difficult? Whatever it was, I hope it's not the norm.

But it looks like I got a little something for my troubles.

[ There's the sound of tearing paper as Jolt rips into the envelope, and quiet for a long, long moment.

Followed by the distinct crackle of electricity that causes a fair amount of static over the line for a second or two. ]

...

Yes!

Comments

[electrowhipit]

Different. Different how?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

...

Because.

[electrowhipit]

Because.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Because I wasn't thinking.

[electrowhipit]

...

You know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything. Just... leave or whatever you were gonna do. [ turning around and heading back into the house ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Just... facepalm.]

Jolt... What do you want me to do! Say! What do you want!

[electrowhipit]

I want to know, okay? Did any of that actually mean anything, or was that just you "harassing" me?

I thought if-- I am such an idiot.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He's quiet for a moment. And when he answers, it's quiet.]

... I don't... know. All right? I don't know. That... that hand... business just felt... like I should.

[electrowhipit]

[ quiet for a long moment as well, his expression carefully neutral ]

Sideswipe... look, please don't go. I won't- I promise not to bring any of this up or ask you any more questions, but if you try to walk all the way home and something happens to your leg, I--

Please. Stay.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't respond at first. Then he sighs, letting go of the door and leaning on the wall.]

Fine. And I'll... stay out of... your space.

[electrowhipit]

I'll stay out of yours. And just kind of generally not talk to you.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... It doesn't bother me if you... are. In my space. I don't... think I actually have... personal space.

[electrowhipit]

... I kind of noticed that.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Awkward.]

... Do... you want me to?

[electrowhipit]

No, it's... it's fine.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... You can... take the couch, I guess.

[electrowhipit]

You need it more than I do.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Not... really. I've been using it long enough.

[electrowhipit]

Take the couch.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Consider it an apology for... all the discomfort.

[electrowhipit]

Sideswipe. My house, my rules. The couch is yours. [ this tone? Perhaps he picked it up from Ratchet, because it leaves no room for argument ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

...

[He sighs - curse you and your medical training.]

Fine... Fine.

[electrowhipit]

Good. Now go lay down before you hurt yourself further.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

You--

[And he's about to say "you should come too", like... well... usual. But stops.]

... get some rest... too.

[electrowhipit]

[ way to ruin everything, self ]

Yeah. Thanks.