[ Green's going to be right behind Anders in a day or two, reminding him what he said about having time. Because that's the fate of this rover, or something. ]
I've been resting. [ A pause. ] Outside. You're the one who called me back into the rover to have tea. [ Tea he's going to drink because he doesn't know it's medicinal and it doesn't sound too bad. ]
Running around outside with your dog doesn't count as resting.
[It's just persistent terminology now. The kettle whistles, and he sets mugs out for the both of them. It's a meticulous, practiced sequence, brewing this tea; it has been for several years before the CDC, even without all the extra practice he's getting thanks to recent events.]
I'll take the blame for getting you to come back inside, in that case.
I wasn't running, I was watching him run around. [ There's definitely a frown when "dog" is heard again, but this time Green doesn't push it; by this point he's smart enough to know that it's being done to bother him, and he's mature enough to not have it get a rise out of him!!
Sort of. ]
Well, it's true isn't it? [ He watches with mildly interest as the hot water is poured into the cups, the smell of tea slowly reaching his senses. ]
What surprised me more is that you listened, actually.
[He passes one of the mugs towards Green, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. He's been dealing with a lot of stubborn patients the past day or so. It's possible he was projecting, just a bit.]
Here. Let it steep a while longer, it'll taste better that way.
Well. [ He begins, voice matter of fact and rather business like if it wasn't for that smug look that slowly appears on his face, ] I have to keep you on your toes some how, don't I?
[ ... Not exactly the point here, but eh.
He's still listening though, staring at the liquid in the mug. ] How long? [ So he doesn't get overly steeped tea and ruin the first cup he's had in a while. ]
A few minutes. More than that and it'll get bitter. I have some leftover sugar, if you want it.
[He'd thought Jasper would use it up, but that ended up not happening, so there you have it.
Anders takes his mug and sits with it, heavy in one of the flimsy folding chairs they have out. He's been doing more sitting today than walking, but there's a debt leftover from yesterday, honestly.]
If you deciding to be agreeable is "keeping me on my toes," I'll take it. There are enough people who decided to do that by dragging themselves out into the woods somewhere.
[Which has been infinitely more frustrating, when compared against everything else.]
I'm not stupid. [ Which is surprising from Green, in some ways. But he's definitely not dumb - or self sacrificial - enough to go to the woods when death could have been a possibility. He has a definite reason to continue surviving, one he'll bear with gritted teeth and a determination like no other.
And it shows too, given how bitter his voice turned just there. ]
I also don't take sugar with my tea. [ -- At least it disappears quickly enough. He's also not much of a sweet tooth, apparently.
There's a pause, long enough that Anders could consider the conversation to be over, but instead it's populated with a quiet - ] Thanks.
[ For the tea? For the company? Who knows, it's forever a mystery. ]
[This is the part where ordinarily he'd offer anything else, should Green need it— healing, specifically, but whatever else might be necessary, too. But in this particular case he thinks it's better not to spotlight it. He doesn't think that Green would ask for help unless he really needed it, but it's the reassurance that he would if he did really need it that does the trick.]
I might stay a while, come to think of it. [Musing, watching the ceiling.] Wouldn't want the rest of you actually forgetting me.
[ With the tea in hand, all that's remaining is keeping his head on his shoulders and staying calm, ensuring his mind doesn't flicker back to the memories of ... well, that.
It's easier, when there's company, for some reason. Not that Green's ever going to ever admit that, but - ]
Maybe if you stopped sleeping in the medical rover. [ He still banters though. ] Two of us aren't even here right now.
[ But all of that basically amounts to "do what you'd like", really. ]
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I've been resting. [ A pause. ] Outside. You're the one who called me back into the rover to have tea. [ Tea he's going to drink because he doesn't know it's medicinal and it doesn't sound too bad. ]
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[It's just persistent terminology now. The kettle whistles, and he sets mugs out for the both of them. It's a meticulous, practiced sequence, brewing this tea; it has been for several years before the CDC, even without all the extra practice he's getting thanks to recent events.]
I'll take the blame for getting you to come back inside, in that case.
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Sort of. ]
Well, it's true isn't it? [ He watches with mildly interest as the hot water is poured into the cups, the smell of tea slowly reaching his senses. ]
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[He passes one of the mugs towards Green, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. He's been dealing with a lot of stubborn patients the past day or so. It's possible he was projecting, just a bit.]
Here. Let it steep a while longer, it'll taste better that way.
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[ ... Not exactly the point here, but eh.
He's still listening though, staring at the liquid in the mug. ] How long? [ So he doesn't get overly steeped tea and ruin the first cup he's had in a while. ]
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[He'd thought Jasper would use it up, but that ended up not happening, so there you have it.
Anders takes his mug and sits with it, heavy in one of the flimsy folding chairs they have out. He's been doing more sitting today than walking, but there's a debt leftover from yesterday, honestly.]
If you deciding to be agreeable is "keeping me on my toes," I'll take it. There are enough people who decided to do that by dragging themselves out into the woods somewhere.
[Which has been infinitely more frustrating, when compared against everything else.]
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And it shows too, given how bitter his voice turned just there. ]
I also don't take sugar with my tea. [ -- At least it disappears quickly enough. He's also not much of a sweet tooth, apparently.
There's a pause, long enough that Anders could consider the conversation to be over, but instead it's populated with a quiet - ] Thanks.
[ For the tea? For the company? Who knows, it's forever a mystery. ]
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[This is the part where ordinarily he'd offer anything else, should Green need it— healing, specifically, but whatever else might be necessary, too. But in this particular case he thinks it's better not to spotlight it. He doesn't think that Green would ask for help unless he really needed it, but it's the reassurance that he would if he did really need it that does the trick.]
I might stay a while, come to think of it. [Musing, watching the ceiling.] Wouldn't want the rest of you actually forgetting me.
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It's easier, when there's company, for some reason. Not that Green's ever going to ever admit that, but - ]
Maybe if you stopped sleeping in the medical rover. [ He still banters though. ] Two of us aren't even here right now.
[ But all of that basically amounts to "do what you'd like", really. ]