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"You've reached the inbox of one Dorian Gray. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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Tim just.

Cups both hands over his face. Drags them down as he inhales, deeply so he can press his hands together in front of and against his mouth like a prayer, even looking skywards for a moment.

And then points both hands at Dorian.

"I am," he says, with a voice of unsettling calm, "This close to punching you again."

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Oh no. Oh he is saying that.

Christ.

Whoops.

"I'll ring Jon up so we can have a conversation sometime this week."

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"Thank you." It's still a little exasperated but it's largely drowned out by the sheer relief that his point has been understood. "I'll let him know so he doesn't immediately hang up on you."

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"I'd appreciate that," Dorian sighs before going to light his third goddamn cigarette in the past fifteen minutes. Christ, he needs more nicotine.

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Well, conversation successful, at any rate. Amazing what using your words got you.

Though there's no need for words as he pulls his own packet out of his pocket, keeping one cigarette for himself before he just offers the box to Dorian to replenish his clearly suffering supplies.

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It has been a very long past few months for Dorian. He gives Tim a little nod of appreciation before slipping the box into his coat pocket—no words though, as his mouth is currently occupied holding that third cigarette.

Hopefully he can understand that little unspoken communication.

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Tim sticks his cigarette behind his ear for now. He doesn't really need it just yet.

"If you're sick of my voice and want me to fuck off, I can if you want," he says, gentle and somewhat wry. "But I get how rough comas are. And the bullshit Misty's pulling is fucking insane, so. If you wanted some company for a drink about it..."

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Just the fact that someone else agrees Misty's being fucking insane is enough for Dorian. He lets out a bit of a sigh. He and Misty run very hot and cold but no matter the state of their friendship? Christ she has a tendency to be fucking insane.

"She barricaded his fucking body in her room. I got the impression that if she had the opportunity, she'd happily sell tickets. So yes, I'd love a drink and some company."

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"You might have missed it, what with being fifteen minutes late with Starbucks, but the very first thing she did when we all got back from the other bloody ships was try and restart her self-serving investigation into my fucking murder from before we left," he says flatly. Which, guess what, he's still not over! The investigation, not the murder, he's very much over that.

"Let's go by the Lounge, I want to see if Raylan thought to get any scumble from that port."

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"You can have your moonshine made of rat poison and gasoline, I am going to have top shelf vodka."

Dorian is also going to follow Tim as they leave the room and head to the Lounge. Booze is good. Yay booze.

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"Scumble isn't moonshine- if anything it's closer to cider, it's bloody apples. Well, mostly apples," he adds with a stupid little grin. "And I honestly think even you would have difficulty recovering from it, even if you think it's some god-awful peasant shit."

He's aware this is now turning into some horrible enabling, but it's nice to be able to make some small amends and still be friends with Dorian.

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Enabling or not, the lungs of Dorian 'almost done with his third cigarette' Gray would appreciate the break. Make his liver suffer instead.

"If I try your horrible apple mash, I'm at least going to have a classic g&t as well to remove the inevitable aftertaste."