Date: 12 Oct 2022 14:53 (UTC)
ukan: (5)
From: [personal profile] ukan
So you're good at spotting red flags in people?

Date: 14 Oct 2022 01:35 (UTC)
ukan: (evaluating)
From: [personal profile] ukan
Handy skill around here.

What job have you taken?

Date: 14 Oct 2022 01:45 (UTC)
ukan: (conspire)
From: [personal profile] ukan
[Bah, Lark doesn't believe in half the assigned roles. If you're right for the job it doesn't matter if it's really your name on the door.] Care to give me an example of your work?

Date: 14 Oct 2022 02:04 (UTC)
ukan: (4)
From: [personal profile] ukan
I want to know how well you can read people before I recommend you to my people.

Date: 14 Oct 2022 02:10 (UTC)
ukan: (attentive)
From: [personal profile] ukan
My inmates. My packmates.

...Do you only want the role of counselor if the Admiral agrees that's what you are?

Date: 14 Oct 2022 02:20 (UTC)
ukan: (it's called victory boys)
From: [personal profile] ukan
[He laughs] If it is, you don't say it out loud. People don't like being referred to as hobbies.

TLV - Day 3 of the Exit Wounds Flood/Oct 11th

Date: 15 Oct 2022 17:22 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 029)
From: [personal profile] conning
Neal makes it to Malcolm's room mostly by virtue of stubbornness and the fact that he went to the infirmary for what amounts to a physical top-up before making the effort.

He's still kind of lying against the door when he knocks.
Edited Date: 15 Oct 2022 17:23 (UTC)

Date: 15 Oct 2022 18:28 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 080)
From: [personal profile] conning
"It's me." A pause. "It's Neal."

Another pause. "I thought maybe... we could talk."

Date: 15 Oct 2022 19:01 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 006)
From: [personal profile] conning
Neal is... doing slightly better. He talked to Jon a little. He talked to Maggie a little. The bleeding from his chest is at least slow now, even without the hovering of the infirmary staff. Slow enough that he can leave the place without collapsing almost at once.

He opens Malcolm's door and eases his way in, each step careful, his ears still buzzing a little. His eyes widen when he sees where Malcolm is and he moves into a quick stagger over to his side. "You need the infirmary."

Date: 15 Oct 2022 19:39 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 078)
From: [personal profile] conning
"Better. A little. Told... a couple of people about..." He gestures at his chest, where a new and mostly-clean bandage is fixed under his latest button-up. "It was my girlfriend."

It's a little easier to say the third time. "Not by accident. Long story short she wanted to use my skills, not have a relationship, and by the time I found that out--well." He shrugs weakly. "I didn't know she knew her way around a sniper rifle, but apparently she did."

He's starting to think there's more to his metaphysical injury--a realization that's come with its own slightly quickening bleed--but he's not going there yet.

He fusses uselessly next to Malcolm for a moment, touching the other man's shirt next to the blood and quickly pulling his hand back before he can touch the redness itself. "It does help. A little. Just saying what happened."

Date: 15 Oct 2022 19:52 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 029)
From: [personal profile] conning
Neal blinks in surprise at the question. "Of course."

Of course he does. Doesn't he?

He shakes off the moment of uncertainty.

"You talked to someone, though. That's good."

Date: 15 Oct 2022 20:10 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 052)
From: [personal profile] conning
He frowns. "What? Why not?"

Date: 15 Oct 2022 20:35 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 029)
From: [personal profile] conning
That dreaminess makes Neal's arms tingle with goosebumps.

"No," he says, because Malcolm is right. The confirmation is gentle though. "They don't. We don't."

Because he doesn't, either. "Do you talk to people about themselves? Or do you talk about yourself, too?"

Maybe he can redirect the other man into helping himself.
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