Who: Barney and Red. At it again?
Where: Red's apartment
What: Barney says that he
wants his scrapbooks back. Really, he wants to help.
When: Backdated to last nite. After Barney went out with Robin. So..late last nite!
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Barney was worried that he was Tedding out about things. )
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And five days of over-the-counter pain pills were just as bad.
Red was splayed on the couch, her bad arm propped up with pillows. Clarice had stopped by now and then, making her sandwiches and hot and cold pads -- generally being helpful. Red didn't know what to say. She was a self-sufficient person and here this fifteen-year-old freakshow was being kind to her for the simple sake of kindness.
It was remarkable.
She heard the door open and didn't sit up, but for a moment shaded her eyes. The bruise around her right eye and temple had faded to a yellowish-purple mess, but she could see, and that mattered.
"I don't know how you got in, and I don't want to know."
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He looked around, since it was the first time he had been in her apartment, and then looked at her. Briefly, Barney looked flustered at what to say. What could he say? "Miss me?"
Probably not the best thing to say! But he did pull out the white bag of prescription painkillers and moved to give it to her as compensation.
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And when he held up the familiar little prescription bag...
I think I love you.
She stretched out her good arm with a pleading little whimper, curling her fingers toward it. She hadn't even realized the momentary thought that slipped through until she was rooting through for the bottle of pills that would make the world go away. For all of two seconds, she froze.
...no, I couldn't have.
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"Did I miscount how many you had?" She should have had enough until tomorrow. So he paused, giving her a weird look. Of course, admitting that he knew how many Red should have had was admitting that he knew anything at all. That made him blanch briefly before smoothing the expression out with a brief lift of his eyebrows.
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"You're still beautiful." He reminded her quietly.
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"You're not that guy, Barney." And she wasn't that girl.
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Barney could have been, though.
"I mean, you're totally do-able still. Still a hot-ass chick, fun in bed." He pulled his mouth away, settling beside her on the couch. His grip loosened slightly and he closed his eyes, clearing his throat. "Ahem. So. You..need anything?"
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Did she need anything? Red thought about it.
"Want to wash my hair?" Clarice had done it yesterday, the sweetheart.
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He looked down at her tugging hand and grinned a little. "I'm racking up points to cash in later."
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"I have a tally board. You haven't seen it?" He snorted a little, grinning. "And you have fifty seven points. I have one hundred and three." Right. Of course he did.
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"Fifty points. At least."
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