You would be. You're brave. I'm pretty sure I'd just be keeping my head down, trying to survive like always. [This doesn't upset him, somehow. After a second, he gasps as he realizes why.]
It's like those spirits were telling us: this is the best version of us. Yeah?
[Mind. Blown. He reaches for the joint, though he's pretty sure he's going to fall asleep against her soon. He can't remember why he was trying to stay awake.]
I'm still gonna punch those spirits in the fuckin' face, [ She hands the joint back, and slips off of his shoulder to reach for the bedspread where it drapes off of the mattress. ] and if I can't punch 'em in the face I'll punch 'em right outta the Fade.
[ The blanket brings with it the two pillows, which suits her fine. All the better to make a little nest in front of the fire. ]
But I don't think you'd be able to be pushed into doing good if it wasn't already in you.
Mm. [ She settles down on a length of the bedspread after fluffing her own pillow, curling on her side next to him. ] 'Cos you feel it. Even when it isn't wrongness you've gone through, you still like...
[ Here she gestures to the center of her chest, some imaginary core. ]
[He settles on a pillow and remembers the days of living in a single room with his family, seven in all. There wasn't space for anyone to have their own bed except for their parents, so all five children slept on one large bed. Or was it smaller beds pushed together? He's not always sure anymore. But this reminds him of it, the trust and familiarity of company leading to an innocent co-sleeping.]
I guess we don't have to be heroes to be all right, [he sighs, eyes drifting shut.] Just...do what we can.
[ She's already out, having subsisted on one or two hours of sleep per night for the past few months. There have been few exceptions, of course, but being too exhausted to dream isn't something she can withstand every day. ]
[And he is out straight after her, cheek against her hair. Out so thoroughly, he is dead to the world for the next fifteen hours, sleeping right through the start of his apothecary hours. Anyone kept waiting by his oversleeping will find him dashing in mid-morning bright-eyed and alert and feeling better than he has since the grippe broke out.]
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It's like those spirits were telling us: this is the best version of us. Yeah?
[Mind. Blown. He reaches for the joint, though he's pretty sure he's going to fall asleep against her soon. He can't remember why he was trying to stay awake.]
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[ The blanket brings with it the two pillows, which suits her fine. All the better to make a little nest in front of the fire. ]
But I don't think you'd be able to be pushed into doing good if it wasn't already in you.
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[ Here she gestures to the center of her chest, some imaginary core. ]
You feel it in your soul.
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I guess we don't have to be heroes to be all right, [he sighs, eyes drifting shut.] Just...do what we can.
[An ear-splitting yawn before he goes still.]
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Right. Good is good enough.
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Good's good enough, [he agrees drowsily, one arm settling around her.]
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