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[crab_rangoon]

[Well, it's better than nothing, though still perplexing.]

You're right.

I do find that very fucking hard to believe.

[But he does lean a little more into him.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian gives Pagan's shoulder a little squeeze before, ]

There's only room for one self-pitying martyr on the ship. Age before beauty, darling, I've got that position on lock.

[crab_rangoon]

[He groans.]

You have a fucking monopoly on that. Let a man dream once in a while.

[brushoff]

Suck it up, bitch, [ Dorian dryly responds. ]

You know I'm selfish. You know I'm needy. So why shouldn't I take all the self-loathing myself? [ There's a pause before, ]

Besides, I don't want to see that pretty chest of yours bleed like that.

[crab_rangoon]

[He flips him off as he takes a drink.]

It's not as bad as it was. Talked with Kiryu. Made this better even if I fucking feel worse. And for what? For a godamn flood that doesn't even matter.

[brushoff]

A goddamn flood that's probably the Admiral's idea of therapy, [ Dorian dryly responds. ]

This entire thing is a bit ridiculous.

[crab_rangoon]

Of course it is. [He won't speak badly about the Admiral, but he will agree that his terrible driving is awful.]

Now. Are you going to drink?

[brushoff]

Happily. Tequila, please!

[crab_rangoon]

You're so predictable.

[He stands up and refills his own glass before handing one to Dorian.]

You have a lot more to go if you want to catch up.

[brushoff]

Oh, I'm not going to fully catch up to you tonight, [ Dorian laughs, looking at Pagan, before knocking back a good portion of his drink. ]

Someone's got to make it so you don't puke all over your pretty little suits.

[crab_rangoon]

[He rolls his eyes.]

You're a goddamned menace. And I've learned how to drink and not get sick, thank you very fucking much.

[brushoff]

A goddamned menace and don't you forget it, [ he says, with a shitty little grin. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He leans forward to start the show.]

How could I? You never let me fucking forget.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian cuddles in close to Pagan, grinning all the while. ]

Why would I? I'm far too selfish.

[crab_rangoon]

You're not selfish, Dorian. You're a spoiled brat.

There's quite a big difference there.

[brushoff]

I'm afraid I'm both, [ he dryly responds. The open wound on his chest throbs- Dorian winces as he lightly pokes at it. ]

I know all too well what I am and what I'm capable of.

[crab_rangoon]

Being capable of something doesn't mean shit. I am capable of literal fucking genocide.

[He takes Dorian's hand from his chest. Hes drunk, but not too drunk.]

Doesn't mean I've forgotten that it's horrific.

[brushoff]

Being capable of something means more than you realize, especially when most people aren't.

[crab_rangoon]

[He rests his head on his shoulder.]

How do you know unless they were put in that same situation?

[brushoff]

Some people you can just tell from their personality. I can think of a handful of people on the Barge who, if they were put in a genocide scenario, wouldn't even consider it.

[crab_rangoon]

No, but you don't know what else they might do.

You can't compare yourself to others.

[brushoff]

I can and I do. I'm my own worst critic, darling.

[crab_rangoon]

[He gently strokes his hair, finally achieving that floating feeling.]

Yes, I'm aware. I do wish there was a way I could silence that voice in your head.

[brushoff]

Who knows, [ Dorian sighs. ] Give it time and maybe it'll vanish on it's own. It's certainly lessened since I came here.

[crab_rangoon]

Has it?

[He doesn't stop his fingers on his hair.]

Why do you think that is?