Rhys (
headjacked) wrote2015-10-04 12:16 pm
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Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.
Last chance to back out.
No?
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Last chance to back out.
No?
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
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Lies don't suit you, John.]
It's fine. I deserved it the way our last conversation ended. I really am sorry about that. There's just been a bit of trouble lately about things.
[Mental health things he doesn't really want to get into.]
Shouldn't have snapped at you.
== video
[ -- then he swaps to video, because the Personal Stuff is out of the way. Therefore, John should be fine with a regular chat, right? Right!! ]
It's good to have you back, man.
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Darling, I'm not the one who decides when I talk. That's all you.
He licks his lips and steels himself to maintain focus as he flips over to video. John has really slept in several days, so he's looking haggard atop everything else. He forces a small smile for Rhys, though.]
Good to be back to myself, if not here.
[Just keep it brief. Don't give an opportunity or reason to elaborate.]
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[ Rhys projects an air of gentle, oblivious teasing, but in reality, he's watching John's eyes. Watching and waiting. ]
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John rubs his eyes to cover for the urge to look away.]
Not much time for that, is there? I'll manage, Rhys. Is Angel doing all right? I know Claire was with you last I heard, too.
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The doctor frowns slightly, pointedly not looking at Mary in irritation.]
I said I'll manage. I've been a little wound, so I'll sleep tonight.
[Implying you haven't slept any other nights. Maybe not the best strategy.
This time, John can't help it. He shoots Mary an annoyed glance. He really doesn't need the running commentary.]
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[ There. That there. It's plain as day to someone who used to do the same, on the regular. He points an accusitory finger, but keeps his voice level.
Whatever this is, it isn't John's fault, but it's gotta be addressed. ]
D -- John. I'm one of the very few, if not ONLY, people-slash-person you can't fool when it comes to stuff like this.
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John clears his throat.]
Leave it, Rhys. It's not important.
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[Maybe not digitally...
Muttered under his breath:]
Not funny.
[It's not like Rhys hasn't already figured it out.]
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And I trusted you with that.
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John bristles visibly, starting to feel boxed in.]
I told you who it was.
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[ Point. Blank. Stare. It could still be General Corporal Sergeant Whoeverthefuck Dr. John said, he knows, but why would he be this defensive? ]
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I'd really rather not talk about this, Rhys. It's not going to be a danger to anyone here.
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[ Rhys sighs, his usual level of drama evident in the huff, before he shakes his wrist a few times and holds it up to the camera. A gaudy bangle with a wire wrapped around it. A brilliant blue, glowing iris serving as a gemstone. ]
There's my last secret.
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You kept Handsome Jack?
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[ I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, anyone? ]
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Definitely keeping him alive like that, Mary chimes in, looking somewhat wary. He deserves it, mind.
The doctor sighs, rubbing his eyes again.]
Y'know what? Fine. That's fine.
It's... my wife. My dead wife. I'm seeing her. Happy?