[Ah, shit, he didn't mean it like that. No, he kind of did. With her talents, she could synthesize anything he could do; how would keeping him around benefit her? A figuratively sick mixer with a literally sick drummer, it's--well, it's not exactly impossible, but it'd be a weird combination anyway.
He turns over and reaches out to her with a bulky, discolored arm with bulging veins to comfort her. He'd like to use his other, better-looking arm, but that's the one that's healthy enough to put an IV in.]
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[Ah, shit, he didn't mean it like that. No, he kind of did. With her talents, she could synthesize anything he could do; how would keeping him around benefit her? A figuratively sick mixer with a literally sick drummer, it's--well, it's not exactly impossible, but it'd be a weird combination anyway.
He turns over and reaches out to her with a bulky, discolored arm with bulging veins to comfort her. He'd like to use his other, better-looking arm, but that's the one that's healthy enough to put an IV in.]
I didn't mean to upset you. C'mere.