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The party in the infirmary has broken up now, and after Susan and Alain trade looks that seem to be of the Are you going to end up gagging him if you stay here any longer? variety, it's Alain who walks out with Lilly and Kaylee. They chat idly in the corridor by the couches for a moment, before Kaylee excuses herself to go find Simon. She walks off, and Lilly smiles at Alain. There's no one else there now, so she slips her arms around him for a quick hug.

"So, you're really okay then?"

Date: 2005-08-17 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
She, unfortunately, manages to hug him right around the bullet graze on his ribs. He can't quite stifle the flinch, and the quick hiss of breath.

"Fine--" Gently shifting her arm away. Rueful, "Just a graze there, is all. I'm really okay."

Date: 2005-08-17 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
"Just a graze, Lilly." Gently. A little dismissive of it. "Nothing major."

Beat.

"...And I haven't talked to you until just now."

Date: 2005-08-17 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Faintly amused, "Me too."

Date: 2005-08-17 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
A shrug, easy-going. "Sure, if'ee like."

In other words, he's not going to fall over if he doesn't, really.

But he follows her gaze, and settles down on a couch. A bit more stiffly than usual, which she may see now that she's looking for it, but nothing too bad.

Date: 2005-08-17 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Half a shrug. "Hard for me to say -- we've no such doctoring in my world." Faint shadows in his eyes, on that last.

"There're healers in the bar. Only until it's safe for him to be moved there, I wot."

Date: 2005-08-17 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Silence, for a minute. His face is hard to read.

And then it relaxes into a small, sad almost-smile. Quietly, "Say thankya."

Date: 2005-08-17 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
He squeezes her hand, lightly.

After a minute, "He's alive. Alive and back on the trail."

"It's as well as such can be, mayhap."

Date: 2005-08-17 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
A brief smile, mostly for her sake.

Lots they never got to do.

Date: 2005-08-17 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
His face softens, and he squeezes her hand again. "No, it's all right."

A pause, and a tiny shrug.

"Just... we're all greedy of ka. Even when we know better."

Date: 2005-08-17 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Always a cheerful subject, isn't it?

Alain leans back a little into the couch and, predictably, is silent.

Date: 2005-08-17 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
A faint snort, closer to real laughter.

"No, I think this does me fine."

Date: 2005-08-17 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
There is eyeing.

Amused eyeing.

Date: 2005-08-17 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
"And yet, I'm not reassured."

Date: 2005-08-17 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Just a snort.

His face has lightened a little, though.

Not entirely. But a little.

Date: 2005-08-17 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
"...Do Susan and Cuthbert know?"

Date: 2005-08-17 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
It's a light kiss, and a brief one. Wrong place, time, and decidedly wrong mood for anything more.

But he kisses back, quick and gentle.

Date: 2005-08-17 08:41 am (UTC)
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It's at this point that Susan comes out of the infirmary, having left Cuthbert dozing in order to go after more coffee.

She'd not expected to walk up on Alain and Lilly so. A wide-eyed stare of surprise before she ducks out of sight into the corridor, and then she turns around and hastens quietly away, back to the infirmary.

Coffee can wait until later, say true. Also conversation, it'd seem-- but she means to talk with Lilly now, as soon as may be.

Date: 2005-08-17 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Alain's a gunslinger.

Which means he's been trained to be observant since he was very young, and to be especially observant to the presence of people around him.

Which means he glances up sharply at the corridor, just in time to see a flash of blond hair as Susan ducks back out of sight.

Date: 2005-08-17 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Alain looks rueful.

Succinctly, "Susan."

Date: 2005-08-17 09:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Resignedly, "Yer-bugger."

Amusement is creeping into his voice too, though.

Date: 2005-08-17 09:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
He blinks down at her. More amusement, now.

"Means... you bet. Or yes, of course. From the Callas -- I picked it up from Eddie."

Date: 2005-08-17 09:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Lilly's still holding one of his hands. His face is now buried in the other.

He's laughing a little, though.

"Yar."

Date: 2005-08-17 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
Alain, shockingly enough, does not look particularly convinced by this argument.

Although neither does he look particularly upset by it, and he just shakes his head as Lilly scampers off down the corridor in the opposite direction to Susan.

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