[ There is a lot less bite to his words than there would generally be. Part of it is the aching everywhere, part of it is the alcohol and part of it is... well. Something else entirely. ]
I need to find myself a building with an elevator.
I don't like the metal. [ He says by way of explanation. Admittedly, this is not the sort of thing he's in the habit of volunteering but he's hardly sober and quite possibly concussed.
Any metal, or just ones with iron? [Why yes, he did do some reading. And once Aubrey's on his feet he'll slip an arm around his waist and start helping him upstairs.]
Have you ever actually smelled metal? [ Limping upstairs on what is potentially a twisted ankle would be difficult under even the most ideal circumstances. ]
It smells... [ His face twists into a decidedly peculiar expression. ] ... well. It smells.
I don't think my nose is as good as yours. I can smell it a little, but not if I'm just standing in an elevator. [Well, there's no way David's carrying him up the stairs, so this is the best they'll manage.]
[ Which, clearly, means something significant to someone somewhere. If he were in a slightly better state of mind he could probably figure it out himself but as of this moment he's rather more preoccupied with staying upright and therefore is unable to devote the appropriate amount of time to the matter.
Now let him just lean against you a little, David. There's a good lad. ]
[Yeah, David's not going to try to untangle that one. Instead, he'll just be helping Aubrey up the stairs, and of course the goddamned cat man can lean on him.] Why did you drink so much, anyway?
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How much did you drink?
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You are not allowed to complain about pain to the guy who got shot. Doesn't work.
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and this? this is much worse. now either rescue me before the neighbours start to talk or let me die in peace.
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You at your place?
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Be there in ten minutes.
[It's less time than that, actually--David drives pretty fast. And then he's hurrying up the stairs.] Aubrey?
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[ There is a lot less bite to his words than there would generally be. Part of it is the aching everywhere, part of it is the alcohol and part of it is... well. Something else entirely. ]
I need to find myself a building with an elevator.
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[David reaches to grab Aubrey's arm and pull him up.] Doesn't look like anything's broken, at least.
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Allowances will have to be made. ]
Makes my skin itch.
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It smells... [ His face twists into a decidedly peculiar expression. ] ... well. It smells.
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[ Which, clearly, means something significant to someone somewhere. If he were in a slightly better state of mind he could probably figure it out himself but as of this moment he's rather more preoccupied with staying upright and therefore is unable to devote the appropriate amount of time to the matter.
Now let him just lean against you a little, David. There's a good lad. ]
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