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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[donkeyballs]

Oh, I'm right as rain. [ He smiles, warmly, and it's not that he's lying, exactly, so much as that he means he's feeling better.

He gestures for her to sit, and then hands her the plate - with a fork - before wandering over to start pulling the bandages into strips. ]

Seems everyone is startin' to come round the worst of it, which I'll admit, is a hell of a relief. You feelin' any better?

[marineris]

[Bobbie settles down on the bed, twirling her fork in the noodles as she watches him.]

Better. Have you gotten any rest, or are you just wandering around the station worrying about everyone else?

[donkeyballs]

Well, you know. My joints have been so stiff that it's better to keep a move on, anyhow.

[ So yeah, the latter. ]

Wouldn't say no to a little sleep, but. After we get you sorted out.

[marineris]

[She shoots him a look, patting the spot on the bed beside her. She knew it.]

Come sit down.

[donkeyballs]

Alright, one minute. [ He finishes pulling the bandages he was working on, then comes back with a small bundle of them and sits down next to her, putting them in his lap. ]

Gonna have to replace the old ones, Gunny.

[marineris]

Yeah.

[She knows, but it's never a pretty sight. Bobbie sighs, then leans over and settles her head on his shoulder.]

How's your arm?

[donkeyballs]

Better. Almost looks like it's old self again, but it's still pretty damn stiff. [ He doesn't move to show her, though, and his hand is still wrapped up. At least it's obviously a fresh wrapping. ]

[ He also doesn't move to rush her. Instead he just leans into her as she leans against him, and presses a warm - but scratchy - kiss to her forehead. ] Don't you go worryin' about me. I got off light.

[marineris]

[Her lips twitch up into a little smile, and she wraps an arm around him, ignoring the stiffness in her fingers.]

No one's allowed to worry about you, is that it?

[donkeyballs]

That's about the thick of it, yeah. [ He sounded amused, like he was making fun of himself. ]

I'm perfectly capable of feelin' pretty damn sorry for myself when required, but it ain't, at the moment. I'm alright, and I'm feelin' better. Soon this'll just be another mildly traumatic memory an' nothin' more.

[marineris]

[That gets her to laugh quietly, and she straightens up to kiss his cheek, his beard scratching against her skin. God, she's glad he's here.]

Whatever you say, sailor. I'll let you get away with it this time.