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WHO: Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake (and anybody in Zero, I suppose)
WHAT: Fevered rantings and what may or may not be sleepwalking
WHERE: Down in Zero! Around about Tim's cell
WHEN: Monday, December 20, laaaate at night. Possibly even the next morning.
WARNINGS: Most of what Steph says probably won't make sense. The truth of anything she says is

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[He'd been messing around with the cards Kirk had brought him, busy glaring at the house he was building. It took patience, and careful consideration, and that was what he needed right then. But then there was a familiar blonde hacking up a lung and he knocked down the house as he was building the third level.]

Jeez - Steph, what are you doing down here? [He headed for the bars, reaching through for her shoulder.] You should be in bed!

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[ She finally catches her breath, hardly even noticing the contact. Her hand massages the front base of her neck. ]

Hey. I was looking for you. [ Sniffle. ] I think.

I thought maybe we should talk about stuff, since I have a captive audience. Finally. This never ever happens. Not about anything in particular. I just missed you. [ And completely off-topic: ] It's nice and cold down here...

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Yeah, it's cold down here, and you should be in bed where it's warm. [God, why now, when he couldn't actually do anything? At least after Halloween he'd been able to take care of her.] Steph, come on. You're sick. You need to get to the infirmary.

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It's too hot up there. 'Sides, you're the one I'm worried about. [ COUGH HACK COUGH ] I miss you. Wait, I said that, didn't I?

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[STOP CHOKING ON YOUR LUNG.] Outside voice. Steph, you need to get back to the infirmary. You shouldn't be down here. [Just. Steadfastly ignoring awkwardness. :c]

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No. I want to talk to you. You shouldn't be here. It's dumb. You used to be smart. You used to bring me soup when I was sick. Did you make that soup yourself? I don't remember.

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What? I don't know. Maybe. Look, Steph, you're the one that shouldn't be down here. You being here is dumb.

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You're not allowed to call me dumb when you're the one in prison. I'm allowed to go wherever I want. [ She'll just be resting her head against the bars now. They're also nice and cold. ]

You never talk to me any- [ COUGHING OH GOD MORE COUGHING ] anymore. Not even when we kissed.

...I didn't give you my cold, did I?

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[Oh dear God are they seriously talking about this. He's flailing on the inside.] You running away made it kind of hard. Besides, it - it was just the mistletoe. What's there to talk about?

[He's just holding his breath while she coughs, though.] No, you didn't. Yet.

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[ Hey, she covered her mouth :< ]

I dunno. How have you been? Things feel weird. Er than usual. Like there was something there, but there isn't, and there shouldn't be, but there is, [ and yeah she's pretty delirious. ] And I thought there might have been, but obviously you didn't, and then I looked dumb or... or slutty or something, I don't know, but there was... wait I lost my train of thought again.

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[Still. :c] ....God, Steph, look, this obviously isn't the best time to be talking about this, okay? You need to get better first. Then we can talk.

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You're doing it again! You're always avoiding me. [ Sniffle. ] Can't you just answer a question for once?

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I'm not avoiding you! You're sick. [He's reaching out to put a hand on her head.] You've got a fever. This isn't the time to be talking about stuff.

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So now you don't like me [ COUGH HACK COUGH ] because I'm sick? You can't keep... making excuses to... put it off.

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No, I'm trying to make sure you don't get sicker. This isn't an excuse, you're actually sick!

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[ She closes her eyes, just 'resting them'. ]

M'not gonna be any less sick in... in Claire's room than I am down... here. It's nice... and cold.