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Every Ten Minutes

Finn smirked. He hadn't honestly been sure on what kind of answer he might be given considering how poorly his visitation time earlier had ended. But it seemed like Ripley was willing, if not (gasp!) hopeful, and Finn hung the clipboard back into it's position on the end of the bed before moving back around to the head, leaning down to lay a soft kiss against Ripley's lips.

"Get some rest." He murmured, straightening back up. "I'll be back to check on you again, later."

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Exactly ten minutes after Finn had left the first time, he came back.

"Wake up."

Every Ten Minutes

The kiss, however soft, made him feel a little better. It was contact he had been craving, and in his current state there wasn't much to give or receive. But a kiss he could manage, and he did get the chance to lift his least injured arm, curling it to brush cold fingers against the back of Finn's head.

"Alright." He breathed out lightly, a little too trusting of this sudden behaviour change...or maybe he was just too eager to go back to sleep.

He did just that and rather quickly.

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When he woke next, it was with a start.

He shifted, the motion drawing an uncomfortable hiss, and he looked around blearily, trying to figure out how later it was.

"What time-?"

Friendship

The rubik's cube was pocketed, as Chel had more important things to address now.

The legs of the chair touched the ground and she leaned in, face twisted something ugly. "What the hell," she asked. "I mean seriously, what the hell. You're ********' injured. There better be a reason or I'll ******** sock him."

Ripley had thus far made one mistake; Chel was not on Finn's side and she would never be.

Every Ten Minutes

Ripley managed to keep the suspicion off of his expression, but then again, it was unlikely he felt it to begin with; all he could focus on was how tired he was. It was like he had been mauled by a -

Wait.

"I'm good." He decided anyway, because sleep was the most important thing he could think of -

Well, if he could think. He was back out pretty quickly.



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Friendship

"Incentive to make me stop landing myself in the infirmary." Ripley replied easily, almost distantly, as if his thoughts were elsewhere; Chel's ugly expression was lost to him, and though he had managed to turn his head to try and face her, he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was somewhere over her shoulder, pondering.

"But. I can't stay mad at him." He admitted rather airily, trying to sort through the fuzzy mess of his thoughts. "He's pretty when he doesn't speak."



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You've Been Winchester'd

"You know. Paws. Claws. King of the Jungle?" Wait...Queen, maybe? Shaheen certainly had the anatomy of a female but hey, at this point, who knew for sure. "Lion." He repeated anyway, lamely, for Ian's benefit...though probably for his own too, as he blinked a little more rapidly for a moment, and lifting his least injured hand to wipe at his eyes.

"I'm glad you're, like, totally good." Yes, he meant to mock his friend. "I was worried about you for a while." His arm dropped and his words tapered off into a heavy, tired sigh. "You're a good guy, I'm glad you didn't permanently ******** up. Like dying. Or maybe demon contracts." Because the realm of Supernatural was feeling all too real. "Tell me later, for sure." He tacked on belatedly in regards to the whole awesome news bit.

But there was still a very long pause, almost as if he were thinking about what he had said, before he added one thing:

"I think I might permanently ******** up one day."

Friendship

"Oh, Probably." That was what made the most sense, he figured; what he didn't realize was how much of them he was on. His injuries, though extensive, didn't bother him. He simply felt numb. But he tried to follow what Chel was saying, and finding it difficult to decipher the meaning behind her words. Specifically, the whole care about part, followed by the hurting. Those confused him, and he looked it.

"What? No, he doesn't care about me." He sounded confused. He wasn't upset. Far from it, actually...he was simply stating a fact, as if Chel was trying to tell him it was sunny out, though it was actually pouring rain. "That was our deal. No feelings. Just sex." And lots of it, really.

"I'm not good with feelings. I don't think I have them." He told the ceiling, having drifted his gaze to look at it while he pondered the funny implications of what Chel had been telling him.

"He's not hurting me, either. Just being annoying." For now, anyway. The idea that it would actually cause pain was something he hadn't considered, past the whole lack of sleep is counter-productive to recovery thing. "So...normal, for him. It's okay, you don't need to do anything."

"Except - Maybe come see me tomorrow?" He suggested, finally turning his amber eyes to look at her, as she seemed pretty upset. "Or the day after, either or." He was pretty sure he'd be here for a while, anyway. "I like your company."

Friendship

"Thanks." Ripley managed a smile that actually looked like he meant it, which was fairly impressive. "You're good people." He reached out, as if to pat her hand, or head, or something, but he wasn't even sure if he raised the right arm. Well, at least he tried, he supposed.

In the heavy silence, Ripley started to doze off. It didn't take long, especially with Finn keeping him up like he was, but as Chel's voice filled the void, he came back. Her question was just as heavy as the silence had been, and he took a moment to wrap his mind around it, and think about it, and all sorts of terribly exhausting amounts of thinking that he could accomplish in his current state.

"I don't dislike him." He said at length. "And I'd notice if he was gone." Who wouldn't? It was like having a baby of any animal: silence was very, very suspicious. "But nothing else. Not outside of lust and satisfaction." He managed to shake his head, slowly, before humming. "-And whatever you call 'less lonely', I guess." He was having a brain fart. Was there a word for that? Or were those the words he was looking for in the first place? He couldn't recall, but it didn't seem to be important.

"I'm not good with feelings." Ripley repeated with a small sigh, unaware that he had already said this.

Friendship

Chel noticed his fingers weakly twitching, and reaching out to put her hand on them. When she had been in Ripley's place she didn't want anyone touching her- but if he was trying his damndest just to move some fingers she would meet him more than halfway.

"It's called friendship, dipshit," she said with a grin. "Which is why I'm upset about it." A pause. "'Cause we're friends too."

She let him rest for a little while after that. She only opened her mouth to say, "It's cool to not be good with feelings, but ... it ain't a bad thing to listen to 'em too sometimes Riptide."

Mostly because she already had two unfeeling assholes, one of which she was in love with. If she could salvage a third, she would.

you've been winchester'd


Ian stared for a long moment.

"That's horrifying," he said, hastily trying to wipe away the imagery of a giant lion attacking Deus and using them all as chew toys. His eyes moved briefly to skim over Ripley's injuries before they flicked back up to the other man's face, Ian relaxing a little.

"...thanks, man," he said, and beamed a smile down at him. "I was worried about myself for a while, but...well, I'm glad everything worked out the way they did. And seriously, thank you, Sammy," Ian added, now looking downright pleased, because Ripley was a man of few words, which meant compliments and good thoughts were extremely rare, let alone normal conversation. He'd take them where he'd got them and -

Ian blinked, settling into his chair and raising a brow, a curious and mildly concerned expression on his face as he said cautiously, "What do you mean?"