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Victor nodded towards Gaius, then looked back at the TV screen again. He knew it was alot to ask of Gaius, and was unsure for a moment if the horse-man would agree or not, but was glad he did. All Victor wanted was to be treated and supported like any decent human being should support another.

"Thank you, and I know itsss not eassssy, but you are sssstronger than you believe yourssself to be, And I would do the ssssame for you if you were in my possssition"

Victor nodded, quietly watching Gaius and Vixen while he shifted himself to a more comfortible position. "Ok Gaiussss, I'll ssssee you around, you know where I'm at, drop by or call sssometime."

The lizardman slid off the couch and moved towards the DVD collection, his tail landing close to the Horseman's feet while Victor looked though the movies there before picked out 'Jarhead'. He fumbled with the DVD case, and the controls on the DVD player before getting the DVD into the DVD player, and started the movie, moving back to the couch and getting back up on it.

"Take care Gaiusss"

Victor watched Gaius go, he was partially glad that the horse-man had left, but was also sorry that Gaius didn't feel like that he could stay. Mentally Victor went over what they had talked about...and the questions that he had in his mind, things he was building himself up to ask Dr. Duvert. He needed to talk to someone in the labs... there were things he needed to know, but was almost afraid to ask.

The lizardman laid on the couch, watching the movie, silently thinking of someone else he needed to talk to. Bia. How was he going to talk to her like this?


[Fin]

Tommy slowly pushed the door open with his shoulder, wincing all the while. He had some dirty bandages still on them from when Zach had raked his back with his claws. He wondered absently how the red dragon was doing, but quickly blew that thought out of his mind. He just didn't care anymore.

He blinked a few times, trying to get the haze of sleep from his mind. He had woken up about twenty minutes ago. For once though, he was clean (at least mostly...he still had some blood stains that wouldn't come out). He crutched his way into the entertainment room on all fours, his hands wrapped in linnen to help protect them from the constant contact with the ground.

As he entered though, he heard rather than saw someone else in the room...Jarhead was being taken out. He chuckled somewhat at that, wanting to comment on that film. He decided not to though, not knowing who was in the room. Instead, he just crutched in further.

Tommy blinked a few times as he instantly recognized Victor's unforgetable face. He smiled slightly...Tommy liked the guy. He had it rough, for sure...but he'll make it out alright...the same couldn't be said for Tommy though. He picked up his right hand and stretched out the forming wing before putting it back down and stretching the other. "...Heh...pretty damn far from alright...but I'll live...that's all that really matters anymore...." he shook his head, trying to clear it of the self-defeating thoughts that have been plaguing him for the past few days. What he wouldn't give for some prozac...or a drinking buddy, whatever works.

"What'cha watchin'?"

If Victor looked close enough, he would see that there are small patches of blood that had seeped through the bandages on his hands also. But at the thought of picking a movie, his eyes seemed to brighten somewhat. "Oh! Um...sure! What'cha feel like watching?" he says as he crutches his way toward the selection. "Hmm...comedy...maybe a black comedy...of course we could always go Mel Brooks....Young Frankenstein maybe...Though horror would be good...any Dark Castle movies here...? Hmm..." he mutters all of this to himself before turning back to look at Victor.

"I dunno...pick a genre," he says with a grin.

Tommy nods a few times before running an extremely long digit along the movie titles, keeping his other hand planted on the ground for support. "Hmm...well, Dark Castle is more straight up horror...though House on Haunted Hill and Ghost Ship couldn't be taken seriously...hmm...Ah what the hell..." he says as he plucks House on Haunted Hill out of the rack. He puts the DVD case in his mouth before crutching over to the DVD player. It takes a few tries, but he finally finangles the disc into the player. Nodding with satisfaction, he turns and climbs up onto the couch, grabbing the remote with one of his feet/hands.

"How've you been, man?" he asks with genuine concern as he waits for the Title Menu to load.

It's pretty obvious that Tommy doesn't have the greatest manual dexterity in his feet/hands yet, as he presses the wrong button a few times before finally getting the movie to play. He glances over as Victor mentions Giaus. "Hmm? Oh Gaius...heh, yeah. He seems like a good guy. Only met him what...twice I think...heard he was a carpenter or something...wonder if he could install a pullup bar in my duplex..." he muttered moreso to himself before looking back to Victor, "Did he? Goddamn...but yeah, I know how you feel on that end. I had this one guy feint on me."

At Victor's mention of the linen sheets he glanced down to his wing/hands, flexing them. "Yeah...I dunno...hurts like a b***h. My bone structure wants me to crutch myself along, but my knuckles just aren't toughened up enough for that yet. They're all scraped up still..." he says with a sigh, "But yeah, that's not a bad idea. I've got some stuff like that back in my duplex...Actually, may as well use my battle dress uniform...that stuff's pretty damn tough."