( He hums gently; maybe you're just really fucking bad at it. Well, he didn't used to be. Who knows anymore?
He doesn't seem all that perturbed by the Aerie mention. )
Yeah, if you're cool with it I think I wanna get drunk in your house and pass out in your bed.
( Bluntly, before knocking his drink back. Once he swallows, he thunks the glass down on the counter. )
Look, that place was as real to me as this is, so. I don't know if I can get on board the forget it happened strategy some people are taking. I'm actually kind of having an existential crisis about it, which is really great to pile on top of all the other fucked up feelings from the other fucked up shit that happened in that fucked up life.
[His bluntness actually shatters a lot of the tension she's feeling. She laughs a little, pure relief, and relaxes enough to knock back her own drink.]
So, um... We can have an existential crisis together?
( Hey, at least that trait's something consistent across all the universes. Ian just flat out saying things without beating around the bush will be what pulls them through this trying time, surely. )
Fuck yeah.
( Agreed with an enthusiastic head bob. Annnnd just immediately refilling. )
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It's gonna be so hard to bullshit you now. Somebody shoot me in the other lung.
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Maybe you're just really fucking bad at it.
[She nudges him, careful not to jostle his glass, tone slipping back to gentle.]
Do you want to stay? I mean, you could take the couch or we could just... share my bed, like—
[Like they did after his Quarry in the Aerie, she means, and wonders how strange that is, asking based off of a habit that might not even be real.]
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He doesn't seem all that perturbed by the Aerie mention. )
Yeah, if you're cool with it I think I wanna get drunk in your house and pass out in your bed.
( Bluntly, before knocking his drink back. Once he swallows, he thunks the glass down on the counter. )
Look, that place was as real to me as this is, so. I don't know if I can get on board the forget it happened strategy some people are taking. I'm actually kind of having an existential crisis about it, which is really great to pile on top of all the other fucked up feelings from the other fucked up shit that happened in that fucked up life.
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So, um... We can have an existential crisis together?
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Fuck yeah.
( Agreed with an enthusiastic head bob. Annnnd just immediately refilling. )
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[Probably not cool, but...]
Am I going to have to hold your hair back when you puke?
[As though to emphasize, she reaches up to tug on a lock of his now much longer hair.]
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( Positively affronted, one hand over his bullet-wound. )
I'm a professional, I'll remind you. I've been holding my tequila since before you were born.
( Well, now she knows firsthand that isn't true. )
I never had a hair catastrophe in my apocalypse cabin and my hair was— well, yeah, it was about this long.
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