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[trilluminati]

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[oldfashionedfutureboy]

God help me if you've been watch'n me and Jim go at it- you know what? No. Don't tell me. I don't wanna know.

[He scrubs his face with a hand, trying to breathe. Deep, calming thoughts. He'll be fine.]

It's not a day if you or Jim aren't bothered about somth'n.

[trilluminati]

Well he cut me out the picture.

[ Hooooood. ]

That's one less thing to bother him.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Kid I'm gonna strangle you with that thing.

[He flicks it back, scowling.]

Talk to him. Quit mop'n and talk to him.

[trilluminati]

He's my cap'n. I follow his lead.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

If I blindly followed Jim's lead all day, every day, I'd have died more than just the once. Take some initiative.

[trilluminati]

Yeah, right.

[ Q could guess, but he asks anyway. ]

He even sound like he wants to patch up?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Kid, he's got abandonment and trust issues a mile wide. You give up on him? He'll stay gone. Even if he don't patch up with you now show'n that you want things fixed will help when he does get his fool head out of his own ass.

[trilluminati]

He knows, though. Or he should.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Make a token attempt. Don't stress about it. Just pester him until he talks to you- it's what he did to me whenever I thought I was done with him. Turnabout is fair play.

[trilluminati]

[ Q quirks a brow. He's not grinning.

Not grinning. ]

Oh, I'm your vehicle for revenge now?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I'm just tell'n you what might work. Whether or not you do anything with it is up to you.

[trilluminati]

... Yeah. Aiight.

[ Q rubs his eyes. ]

Maybe after I get some sleep.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

How long since you last?

[He's not going to like the number. He knows that right now and it keeps him from being too angry.]

[trilluminati]

[ Q counts on his fingers. Makes a fist instead. ]

Suffice to say it's been awhile. I'm stealin' naps here and there, but...

[ Can't sleep without some Otis on and now Otis just reminds him how badly he fucked up. ]

When everybody's home safe, I promised myself Imma lay on my futon and only wake up when it's for a damned good reason.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

When they get back I'll come by with a sedative. Help you along. At this point it's not insomnia, it's sleep deprivation.

[trilluminati]

If it's all good with you, I think I'll pass. Sedatives and I don't often see eye-to-eye.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Sedative be'n code word for me, Jojo, warm milk and a goddamn bedtime story. You're on more medication than I'm comfortable shoot'n you up with anything more.

[trilluminati]

Oh, thank god.

[ Doc doesn't exactly give you a heads up before he shoots things through your neck. ]

Aiight, deal. I could get down with that.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Good, cuz I'm not leav'n you till you're out cold and comfortable.

[For kicks, he reaches over and flicks the hood up, ruffling Q's braids through the fabric.]

Take it easy, kid.

[trilluminati]

Hey, you too. Lemme know if you need Mika. And watch the hair.

[ Like a cat, Q is going to have to spend an hour or two preening now. ]

Love you, momma bear. Keep the cap'n cool for me.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Love you too, baby bear.

[And just for that ri-goddamn-diculous exchange he leans over to pull the kid into a quick hug before he stands to go.]