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[lazyinlove]

I'm not push my luck guy.

[He's not even luck guy, after all. But he relaxes back into the pillows now that Saul isn't freaking out. Good, he was getting tired.]

[5055034455]

[Saul hasn't stopped being tired.]

So aside from all this — [he gestures to indicate the room] — what's new with you?

[lazyinlove]

Seriously?

[He can't decide if he should be amused or incredulous at that. People here never ask him what's new. He just quirks an eyebrow and shrugs.]

Nothing. We're in between all the death and destruction lately, so I've been doing nothing.

[5055034455]

Nothing at all? There must be something. Training? Business transactions? You got a girlfriend yet?

[Asked oh-so casually, as he inspects a few of the monitors Stan's hooked up to.]

Or a boyfriend. Or both, whatever.

[lazyinlove]

[That doesn't really get a reaction. Or even some clarification. Apparently the kid is secure in his sexuality, at least. Whatever it happens to be.]

No. Business is slow, people are tight fisted here. So's my love life. Alright?

[5055034455]

[He holds his hands up.]

Alright.

[Jeez, Stan. Don't get so defensive.]

[lazyinlove]

[He's sick and cranky, dude. Aren't you glad you came?]

Did you bring a pen?

[5055034455]

[So glad. Saul arches an eyebrow at the question, but starts patting his pockets nonetheless — and look, what do you know, he's got one in the breast of his jacket and offers it to Stan.]

[lazyinlove]

[Stan accepts the pen and then looks around for something to write on. The only paper he can think of isn't in the room, though. So he tucks the pen behind his ear and wriggles out of the blankets, shakily climbing out if the bed. There's a practiced ease to it, even if it does seem like exertion at the moment. When he's free of that, he puzzled for a moment over the new locking mechanism on his pet IV pole. Hmm...]

How about a pin? Or a toothpick?

[5055034455]

[Saul watches Stan go, expression incredulous.

Really, Stan.]

You can't just ask me to get whatever it is you're looking for?

[lazyinlove]

[Oh. Right. Saul isn't chained to anything. That makes sense. Stan sinks down beside the bed rather than bothering to get back into it at the moment and points across the hall to show the way to...the lavatories?

Wait for it-

And thankfully, just requests another precious commodity.]

Paper.

[5055034455]

[Is this kid really sitting on the floor.

In a hospital.

Really.

Saul stares at him for a moment, then huffs out a frustrated little sound and disappears into the hall again. He returns much more quickly, this time, and hands Stan a few sheets of paper. They're printed on, but he's hoping Stan has the common sense to turn them over.]

[lazyinlove]

[Hey, paper he can work. And he does. The list is short.

plants and growing equip--> the girl with the tomatoes
cash 1/2 --> an Exsile called Dart he runs a crappy bar in the red light district
1/2 to a little girl named Peace. Giovanni knows who she is and where to find her.
Tablet -->stash this in case I come back it's got my shit on it, same with my phone and music player.
everything else --> set it out in a box at the market and let people do what they want

Instructions accomplished, he slides the paper over to Saul's feet and casually starts folding an airplane out if the next sheet.]

Lawyer it up and I'll sign whatever when you're done with it.

[5055034455]

[Saul bends and retrieves the list, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he reads.

Ten seconds later, he glances back down at Stan, expression serious and a little sad. Stan can't see him from this angle unless he tilts his head backwards, and he's probably too preoccupied with his airplane-making to look up anyway, which is maybe for the best — Saul doesn't want to have to explain what it is about this list that hurts so damn much, because even he's not sure what it is.]

So — this isn't so much an "in case I die" will as it is something to carry out if you leave, correct?

[lazyinlove]

Both I guess.

[He doesn't look up at that question, it seems pretty logical. There's a difference around here.]

Maybe with a seven day grace period just to make sure.

[5055034455]

Okay.

[He can do that.

Reading over the list again makes him frown, though, and not in a sad way.]

This is the best you can do in terms of specifics? You don't know any last names?

[lazyinlove]

Most people here don't have them. Uh. Tomato girl lived in temporary housing last time I checked. Dart is easy to find, just ask anyone around there. Um. Giovanni is this Italian guy who wears an old school hoodie. I think he has a last name but I didn't catch it.

[All stated while finishing that first airplane, glancing at the remaining paper and then the bed, and pushing the paper aside. Yeah, bed looks like a better ambition to work towards right now. He'll just get someone to hand him the papers later.]

[5055034455]

[That's something to work with, at least.

He guesses.

Maybe.]

I can — uh. "Lawyer it up" pretty quickly, if you want me to stick around. I can do it here, I mean.

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, sure.

[Stanley glances up in surprise at this new thing, someone offering to hang around with him. Especially here, in this hospital. It's pretty gross, and he oughta know. He's puked on the floor personally, and he's seen someone bleed all over it, too. Who knows what else.

But it's not worth worrying about. He grabs the IV pole and attempt to pull himself to his feet, coming precariously close to tipping it over and falling on his face. He doesn't, but he doesn't quite make it to his feet, either. He's still a little weak and shaky. He rolls his eyes at himself and debates silently for a minute how much shit Saul will give him if he asks for a hand up. The button that calls the nurse in is kinda out of reach.

They should fix that. What if someone actually sick or really old or whatever fell out of the bed?]

How much extra is it to scrape me off the floor?

[5055034455]

[Stanley, you worry Saul so much. He watches this unfold, wondering if he should do something about it or not, but he figures it's wiser to wait for Stan to ask and —

Ah, there we go.

He rolls his eyes, too, but he's not going to be a dick about it. Stan might be surprised by how easy it is for Saul to scoop him up and place him back in bed — sure, Stan's pretty twiggy, but Saul's handling him like a feather.

A little baby feather.

He even tucks him back in, too.]

No charge.

[lazyinlove]

[Okay, that's unexpected. Stanley clings first to Saul and them to the bed in surprise while he waits for his head to stop spinning. People frequently shove or toss him around a little, yeah. He's a skinny, pacifistic sort of guy, so it's easy. But not like that. Is Saul like a superhero version of scumbag lawyer? That...is weird. And kind of hilarious. Especially the part where SuperLawyerman just tucked him in like he was a little kid.]

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