It's an annoying request because it makes no difference what her face looks like, but she knows Don better than to argue (if she does, he'll either stop talking to her or do something drastic and embarrassing, neither of which she wants. So she flips the tablet to visual and holds it so he can see her pale face, surrounded by slightly messy hair and with a blanket tucked to her chin.
Don's seated, a glass of whisky cradled in his hands. "I don't have time for that question," he says, not attending to the words--they flow out as if swept up in a swift current. His eyes rove the screen restlessly, scour her face for a sign something's wrong.
"I know. I know"--he gulps down air and whisky in quick succession--"about vampires."
"One bit me. It hurt, like a snake. Do you believe they have venom? I do not feel ill really, only tired."
And Dan didn't seem to think she needed a doctor, only rest, so maybe that's okay. Don is worrying her a little though, and she sits up a bit, revealing the bandage on her neck. "You are drinking."
Not that she doesn't know that's normal for Don, but what she really means is 'you've been drinking too much'.
"Lie down," he says automatically. At the sight of the bandage he's struck with the urge to lean in for a closer look and the impulse to avert his eyes; he sits there trembling between the two.
"You'll be fine." He doesn't have an answer to her question. "I'm on my way." His voice hardens. "If something happens, call."
He turns off the tablet, pockets it. Drains his glass. One thing at a time.
Mattie immediately lies back down, which might be a good indicator of her state of mind.
"I am not in danger now, Mr. Dreiberg is very kind."
She can't get in anything further, though. The screen is blank. She sighs and turns off her tablet, and waits.
[ooc: Okay so it's been decided that Mattie's been at Dan's for just a few hours, so it's probably evening of her attack. We can play out or handwave Don taking her back to his place, whichever you prefer.]
[location: Dan's house]selfmadmanMay 11 2011, 17:54:23 UTC
The instant Dreiberg opens the door Don's shouldering past-he gains a fleeting impression of glasses, posture like a piece of Kleenex. “What in the hell happened?” he snaps at no one in particular-because he's kept the question pent-up through a placid tram ride that felt like eternity itself. Because he badly wants to hit something.
He finds her on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. She looks-she's alive. He says her name, drops to a knee beside her.
[location: Dan's house]selfmadmanMay 12 2011, 17:12:53 UTC
He presses a hand to her cheek, along the line of her jaw, and with surprising and deliberate delicacy turns her head to the side for a look at the bandage. It's small-smaller than he expects-and white and utterly ordinary. The hand slides to her shoulder and his eyes drop from her face.
“Scoot over,” he says, trying to keep the words light, but it's like skipping a stone. No matter how successful you are it sinks in the end.
[location: Dan's house]verylittlesugarMay 12 2011, 17:19:04 UTC
Mattie isn't expecting that kind of tenderness, and she fights to keep tears from welling up in her eyes. She lets Don examine the bandage, and then obediently moves over to make room on the couch.
"I did not know," she says softly. "She did not look like a demon."
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"Why?"
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"I know. I know"--he gulps down air and whisky in quick succession--"about vampires."
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And Dan didn't seem to think she needed a doctor, only rest, so maybe that's okay. Don is worrying her a little though, and she sits up a bit, revealing the bandage on her neck. "You are drinking."
Not that she doesn't know that's normal for Don, but what she really means is 'you've been drinking too much'.
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"You'll be fine." He doesn't have an answer to her question. "I'm on my way." His voice hardens. "If something happens, call."
He turns off the tablet, pockets it. Drains his glass. One thing at a time.
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"I am not in danger now, Mr. Dreiberg is very kind."
She can't get in anything further, though. The screen is blank. She sighs and turns off her tablet, and waits.
[ooc: Okay so it's been decided that Mattie's been at Dan's for just a few hours, so it's probably evening of her attack. We can play out or handwave Don taking her back to his place, whichever you prefer.]
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He finds her on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. She looks-she's alive. He says her name, drops to a knee beside her.
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"It is all right, Mr. Dreiberg, I know him. Mr. Draper, I-" She frowns, and for once it isn't an annoyed scowl. "I would like to go home."
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“Scoot over,” he says, trying to keep the words light, but it's like skipping a stone. No matter how successful you are it sinks in the end.
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"I did not know," she says softly. "She did not look like a demon."
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He wraps an arm around her, the gesture more protective than affectionate. “What were you doing?”
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"We had spoken about the garden, and I said I meant to put in some flowering herbs. She wanted to help me pick some out."
It was a friendly gesture, on that Mattie interpreted as an olive branch in light of their inauspicious beginning.
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