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Isiah scratched along his chin, the scrtch scrtch scrtch of a thick irish beard starting to emerge. He wasn't sure how to answer.

"You're welcome, I guess." He didn't want to sound like.. an overbearing ********, but really there wasn't any way around that. "Shaving sucks, anyway. I hate it."

He sat up. "Pulled?" He scrambled over on his knees, though it was only two steps- he thought it would be pointless to stand. His hand ran up Tsurai's arm in the dark before finding his shoulder, his palm gently squeezing to feel the placing of the joint.

He paused for a moment. "Sit still." He squeezed hard- the alignment popped back in nearly instantly. It wasn't far off to begin with. The pain, of course, would be very very intense for the first minute or so.. but it would be worth the use of his arm, anyway.

"Old ******** couldn't have yanked.. ah, well." He sat back down on his rump, sliding from his knees in the dirt. "It wasn't too dislocated. Not by much. But you NEED to stop using it, or stop getting into situations where you have to."

"He didn't yank it OUT. Just.. enough." He grunted. "I can't watch you all the time. You need to gain some responsibility for your actions, somehow. I don't know HOW but it needs to start happening." He laid back down where he was, laying his head against his rolled up jacket. He was tired, and Tsurai needed to sleep so that he could rid himself of all of the chemical goodies Cyrus had left behind.

"You don't have to justify it to me, kid. Any person who waves a gun at you is taking their life into their hands. I would have done the same."

No, I wouldn't have. But he told the kid he would anyway.

"And I have a vague idea of what withdrawal is like.. at least, ********' lately."

Isiah grunted, his lip curling upward. "Listen, kid, I saved your a** from certain death. I beat the living s**t out of Cyrus. Even if you hadn't shoved the knife down his throat, he wouldn't have walked another day. Don't tell ME that I'm the useless one. You're the kid with so many ******** problems you can't even WALK straight. I don't care that you killed that ********, Tsurai. I didn't know him. But I did know Cyrus, and that's why I quote froze up." He grunted, his fists clenched tightly behind his head. He wouldn't sit up. He was trying to get some god damned sleep.

Isiah grunted. "It was implied." He sat up, flicking his lighter open, using the flame's flickering light to dig through the duffel bag, removing the remainder of Cyrus' goodies and shoving them into his pockets. He zipped it back up before standing, shutting his lighter. "Stay the ******** here, okay?"

He pushed the door open, shutting it behind him, walking into town. He had to get rid of it all, quickly. And Tsurai didn't act like he would be getting any sleep soon anyway..

He spent the evening gathering milk jugs of water, canned food and information. He even managed to get a six pack of beer, but Tsurai didn't need to know about that.. Isiah would wait until the weather got cold again, and then frost the suckers before drinking. He figured after what he had gone through he deserved that at the very least. And Tsurai didn't have to know where he got it from.

Isiah pushed hte door open come late morning, setting down his winnings beside the duffle. He looked over toward Tsurai, unable to tell if he had slept or not, or even if he was awake. "Kid?"

Isiah tossed him a can of tuna. "You need the protein." He stuffed the rest of his findings back into the duffle, save the water jugs- they'd be too heavy, and easier to carry in the hand, anyway. He made sure to stuff the beer cans in quickly. Why he felt guilty about it.. he couldn't place.. Though it did seem.. wasteful.

But he deserved beer, dammit. Every Denzien.. er. Irishman. Needs beer.

"I asked around, Tsurai. There's a bigger settlement about twenty miles north of here. I think if you eat up now we could start tonight after the sun gets low."

He tossed Tsurai a canopener before zipping up the duffle. "I thought that might be easier to hold down than soup, anyway."