I like going up to the roof sometimes. Helps me think.
[ For all that he's blind, Matt has plenty of experience climbing them. He's at home now, even if he drags his hand along the wall as they make their way up. He knows how many steps it takes to get to his floor, and how many strides it takes to get to the door. ]
Here we go. Door should be open-- [ And indeed it is. Claire has key, she's let herself inside. ] Just as a warning, she doesn't take any bullshit.
[ And she won't sleep with Matt, so you know she's a keeper. ]
[Helps him think about how much happier he'd be if he was on the ground.
Doesn't take any shit, huh? Boxer smirks and huffs out a laugh.]
Wouldn't have it any other way.
[Boxer's a dream patient for Claire, anyway. Sits still, doesn't whine, and doesn't try to distract her with chatter. By the time she's done, he already feels better--there's something so comforting in being patched up properly, giving skin a clean surface to mend itself. He leaves the spot for Matt to have his turn.]
[ Psh, please. In the time Boxer has been getting patched up, Matt has tended to his own stitches and injuries. It's not as clean a job as Claire's work, something Claire rolls her eyes over, but it saves the time and Matt waves it off with an excuse of not wanting to trouble her.
Beers and a break are more important, anyway. ]
I'll grab some from the fridge. I'd offer to let you make requests, but I basically only have that and gin. I usually go out for my hard liquor.
[Boxer gives Matt a swollen leer when he realizes the other's already patched himself up, even though he's only half aware that Matt can't see his facial expression. Did you really get your nurse-friend involved just for him? She's got better things to do with her time, dude.
Still:
Beer.]
Good policy.
[Better to leave the temptation for social events.]
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[ For all that he's blind, Matt has plenty of experience climbing them. He's at home now, even if he drags his hand along the wall as they make their way up. He knows how many steps it takes to get to his floor, and how many strides it takes to get to the door. ]
Here we go. Door should be open-- [ And indeed it is. Claire has key, she's let herself inside. ] Just as a warning, she doesn't take any bullshit.
[ And she won't sleep with Matt, so you know she's a keeper. ]
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[Helps him think about how much happier he'd be if he was on the ground.
Doesn't take any shit, huh? Boxer smirks and huffs out a laugh.]
Wouldn't have it any other way.
[Boxer's a dream patient for Claire, anyway. Sits still, doesn't whine, and doesn't try to distract her with chatter. By the time she's done, he already feels better--there's something so comforting in being patched up properly, giving skin a clean surface to mend itself. He leaves the spot for Matt to have his turn.]
So, about that beer...
[Sorry about the one-track mind.]
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Beers and a break are more important, anyway. ]
I'll grab some from the fridge. I'd offer to let you make requests, but I basically only have that and gin. I usually go out for my hard liquor.
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Still:
Beer.]
Good policy.
[Better to leave the temptation for social events.]