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[rehandle]

Comments

[unconscionable]

An alien? That's the best word I have for it. Somewhere between a worm and a mold.

[rehandle]

And that's the scuffle you think you got in. The alien worm mold piloting Murphy.

[unconscionable]

He told me it doesn't control him. Then avoided me for months. Which makes a guy curious.

I wasn't exactly the king of fucking self-restraint when I ran into him again, and I tried to have another look. And then... I don't know. He killed me. When I woke up he was gone. But he left his stuff behind.

[rehandle]

[ Oh. Yikes, okay. ]

Abandoning evidence? Like you said, people get touchy about death. Moreso murder. And he's young.

You've tried him at home?

[unconscionable]

I picked his things up, I'll drop them off once I've been home.

I can't tell if he was hurt. My blood sort of drowns everything else out, necromantically. It's very possible that I obliterated him. I'm not telling Aristaeus until I know what happened, he has enough on his plate with Mavis at the clinic.

[rehandle]

Yeah. That sounds sensible.

Go and get some rest. Add another notch to your casket, sleep, eat something. [ Fuck something, ideally, he does not say but thinks. ] I'm sorry you died, John.

[ Whatever the circumstances, he knows as well as anyone can that the dying never stops being - well, dying. No matter how often you do it, or how often you come back. Uncertainty around the happening can only be only be rubbing salt in the wound. ]

[unconscionable]

I'm used to it.

[ Ha ha. He is not going to do any of those things. ]

But yes. Will do. Thank you.

[ That last sincerely, he's so grateful for non-judgemental common sense. (Mildly judgemental.) ]

[rehandle]

That doesn't make it any better.

[ Death is death is death. ]

Good. Message if you need anything from town.

[ He can play delivery boy for a bit if the need's there, give John and House some time. With the offer made, he'll leave him to his homegoing. ]