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[She tilts her head a little, to make that easier for him.]

Donny was looking at setting up generators for the clinic, but something small scale and a little more portable would be good, too. [a beat] I gotta get nicotine patches for Lisbeth.

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[How considerate.

He nudges her head over a bit more so he can drag his lips over toward her ear, humming thoughtfully as he goes.]

Yeah, portable's good. I'll find out if Jesse needs anything.

[And Mike. And Skyler. And... others.]

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[That's a bit distracting, but she's not complaining.]

Maybe some pants that fit.

[Steph pls]

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[That's funny, but:]

He'd never wear 'em.

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I'd probably have more chance of buying a pink dress for Lisbeth and getting her to wear it.

[Can you imagine....]

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[He can. And that mental image is killing him.]

Jesus...

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Pink and frilly. Like a proper princess dress.

[she's laughing so hard.]

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I'm pretty sure that would end with the spilling of much blood.

[Theirs.

And everyone else's.]

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Let's wait until the resurrection tech is back online.

[so she does sort of have some self-preservation instincts]

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Good call.

[But even then.

Saul doesn't want to die that kind of death.]

Do you know anyone else who brought pets up here? I should probably get some real cat food for Mike. There are a few other cats around, too. And Keith has a dog. And Medusa, but I think her dog eats... like, people...

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[She pulls back enough that he can see her wrinkle her nose.]

I really hope it doesn't, she'll probably set it on me. [That would be bad.] But yeah, pet food's a good idea. Donny has a cat and a dog.

[She goes quiet, a thoughtful look on her face before her eyes widen.]

Oh my god! Gingerbread lattes!

[THEY CAN GO TO STARBUCKS]

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If she hasn't set it on me yet, I think you're fine.

[He's about to add "pet food" to his mental list when Steph has that little outburst, and for a second all he can do is stare at her because that's freaking adorable.

But then.

Then he realizes.

Yes.

STARBUCKS.]

What if we leave right now? Can we? D'you think they'd let us?

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[Steph grins, and leans back because she wants to gesture with her hands without, you know, hitting him in the face.

But she's forgotten they're on a bunk bed, so before she can say anything, her head hits the bedframe.]

Fuck!

[Ow.]

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[He's not laughing. He's not.

He's —

No, okay, he's laughing. How is this the same girl that jumps off of buildings without a problem?]

Well done, Batgirl.

[But since he's not a total jerk, he'll lift a hand to gently rub the spot she just hit.]

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[She drops her head to his shoulder and whimpers pathetically.

How could he laugh at her when she's clearly in so much pain?]

I hate everything.

[EVERYTHING EVER!!!!]

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Everything?

[She might not be able to see it, but his pout is totally audible.]

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Everything! [she means it!!!] Especially asshole lawyers who laugh at my pain.

[weh]

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Wow.

[W o w.

And yet in spite of that super rude remark, he's still rubbing her head.]

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[She doesn't say anything for a moment, just keeps making sad little sounds and snuggling against his shoulder like that will somehow help.

Eventually:]

Kiss it better?

[She's a mature adult.]

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[Her wish is his command.

Even if it is a little ridiculous.

It takes some maneuvering, but he's eventually able to kiss the sore spot. Twice, for good measure.]

How's that?

[controlledvariable]

[At least she's bendy.]

All better. That was worse than getting shot in the head.

[No it wasn't!! Steph pls.]

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[WELP.

She has such a knack for horrifying him.]

Is that really necessary, Steph?

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What? [It's genuine confusion, though she realizes what he's talking about only a moment later.] Oh, that. It was fine, you worry too much.

[because there's obviously nothing wrong with someone who casually talks about getting shot in the head]

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[Obviously. Everything is totally fine here. Yup.

He frowns, moving to kiss her temple.]

I really don't wanna hear about that stuff.

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[That makes her go silent for a little while.]

That's my whole life, Saul.

[If he doesn't want to hear about that stuff, there's not a lot left.]