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"We're all gonna die horribly" John or "not-a-zombie Hancock" John or "don't touch the shiny yellow shadow" John?

[If it was Sims he would have specified, right?]

Shiny yellow. He has a history.

I met it. [A sigh, and:]

Sorry, my throat is killing me.

[Ha ha.]

Something about the presence of his past self was... a little overwhelming for me. It seems that's something he knows about. And I was my older self, who didn't know you well. Are you all right? I know I hurt you.

[He'll switch back to text too because it just feels mean making him talk now.]

Oh yeah I'm fine. You're the one that died, man, I'm not gonna bitch and moan about a couple scratches.

You think you're up for visitors yet?

Please do answer me seriously, because I'm worrying about you, Eiffel.

Ah, maybe later today? I believe I'll be resting at home for a little while.

[He is this close to just brushing it off again. He might have if it wasn't Gonou.

But there's still a pause before he replies.]

You cut up my face and chest a bit. But like I said, it's not that bad now. Xie Lian cleaned me up before he revived you.

[And stitches. But Gonou doesn't need to hear that.]

All right. Thank you.

I'll have to thank him, too. Ah, for visitors.... perhaps this afternoon? If you're free.

Sure thing. Want me to bring a movie over? I figure you're probably gonna fall asleep during it anyway so I can get a nice easy one where you don't have to think too hard.

I'd like that. Although I don't have anything to play it on.

Bring a laptop?

I gotchya covered.

It takes him a while to decide on a decent movie for the circumstances, and he'll give Gonou a bit of time to himself before he comes by with his laptop under one arm to knock gently.

"Hey, Gonou. You feeling up for some Netflix and chill?"

Gonou is, in fact, extremely stubborn: this gets him all the way to the door, and gets the door open, for that matter. He leans heavily on the doorframe as he offers Eiffel a crooked smile.

"I don't know," he rasps, and waves a hand to invite Eiffel in. "What's Netflix?"

His gaze flicks over Eiffel's face and down, looking for the hints of bandages under his shirt with a hint of concern.

"It's a movie rental thing, don't worry about it."

He smiles at Gonou, but the cuts are still visible across his face, held mostly shut by a few butterfly stitches at their deepest locations; the cuts under his shirt are fully hidden by his t-shirt and jumpsuit, but he's wearing the sleeves today because the stitches are right where he'd usually tie them off.

And he offers his free arm to Gonou. "You want a hand getting back to bed? Or the couch, maybe? I dunno where you think is comfier."

"Ah -- yes, if you don't mind...."

He'll take Eiffel's arm, although he's doing it carefully. The cuts across Eiffel's face are distinct, even if they're not as bad as they could have been, and he does think he remembers his claws catching flesh on Eiffel's chest and belly as well. He's not about to put too much weight on his friend.

"The bed," he says, considering. He has chairs, but they're hard plastic set around his table, and they're challenging to relax in. "You can pull up a chair, or sit on the foot of it...."

He can take your weight, Gonou, he's not that delicate. But he is still careful as he helps Gonou move back to bed.

"Hey, if we're gonna watch a movie might as well be comfortable, right? I'll grab a chair for this in a second," with a slight gesture with his laptop, "and I'll sit on the bed. Want me to get you a drink or something?"

"No, thank you," Gonou says, and tosses Eiffel a slightly playful glance as he settles in on the bed and adjusts his pillow into a backrest. He may be too worried -- or, to be honest, feeling a little too guilty -- to put his weight on Eiffel, but he's not going to wallow.

"All I have to drink is Xie Lian's medicinal tea. It's very bad." And genuinely helpful, but he's had several cups today and he feels virtue has been satisfied thereby.

Eiffel is a mature adult. So he makes an extended gagging noise at the thought of Xie Lian's herbal tea. He's tried it before, after his own death, and he very much did not enjoy it.

"Not even some water to wash the taste out?" he offers wryly, before he ducks out - but only for a moment, before he's back with one of the chairs to start setting his laptop up on. "Who knew sewer water could be so good for you."

Gonou chuckles, softly, settling in further.

"Ah, it's not sewer water, you can tell it's very medicinal by just how bitter it is...."

There's still a glimmer of wicked amusement in his eye.

"What movie did you bring?" he adds, interested. "Or -- well, instead of the title, you should tell me what it's about."

"It's a classic story," he says cheerfully, turning the screen away from Gonou so he can open it up without immediately spoiling it. "Boy meets metaphorical dog, boy tries to keep dog a secret from small-town Americana who'd lose their freakin' minds if they saw their kid playing with something dangerous like that, the military gets involved, it's a whole thing. I think you'll like it!"

He turns the screen back around, mostly so Gonou can see it properly, and it's immediately obvious that he's picked an animated feature as he hops carefully back onto the bed so he's not crushing Gonou's legs.

"Oh, it's one of the drawn ones," Gonou says, intrigued, and curls his legs up a little to give Eiffel room on the bed.

More quietly, he adds, "Thank you for visiting. It, ah. It's a relief to see you're up and around."

Aww, but he was enjoying the contact. Still, he takes the extra space to lean back on his hands, gently stretching the tender stitches on his stomach as he tries very hard not to wince.

"Oh, yeah, this wasn't gonna keep me down long. I don't do well being strapped to a bed for my own wellbeing," he chuckles easily.

"Who does?" Gonou shifts again, hesitating for a moment -- but, well, it's a small screen; it only makes sense to arrange himself so that their shoulders are touching.

(And while he may struggle to express his feelings aloud, he doesn't mind leaning against his friend a little, to express regret and affection silently.)

"One version of you came here from the future, too, didn't he," he adds, quietly.

Eiffel immediately leans back against Gonou's shoulder, in easy solidarity and warmth.

Though some of that energy fades down a little, when Gonou brings up his future self, and he lifts a hand to scrub his hair back.

"...yeah. That was... uh. Kind of a weird look at what's gonna happen to me when I go back, huh."

"If anyone wants to do brain surgery on you," Gonou says, false-stuffy until he has to cough and loses the haughty tone, "you should definitely say no.

"Do you have to go back...?"

From everything he's heard, he certainly doesn't think that Eiffel's space station had been taking very good care of him at all.

He shifts so he can lift his hand and rub Gonou's back when his voice breaks. Yes he knows the ache is in his throat but that's not the point.

"I kinda do," he says quietly. "I wanted to, anyway. I dunno, maybe if I stick around here long enough to get another deal, I'll figure out how to change the game plan the world's got in store for me."

Though of course, that hinges on him sticking around long enough to even graduate one Inmate, so he's probably gonna be here for a while.

He can't help but wonder if that was what Jacobi had refused to tell him, about their fight. His lips press thin for a moment, and he lets himself settle against Eiffel's shoulder again, doesn't object to the hand rubbing his back.

"Don't go back unless you do come up with a way to change it," he says, and then, trying to lighten the mood a little, "I understood everything that man said. He really wasn't you."

That gets a short snicker.

"Well, good to know that folks not being able to grok my talk is a feature, not a bug."

And since he's a little bit shorter, and sitting in a slouch anyway because his tummy hurts, he's going to let himself slump down a little more. Just so he can rest his head on Gonou's shoulder.

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