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.
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..."
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."
"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."
"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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Hopefully he can understand that little unspoken communication.
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"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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"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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"Let's go by the Lounge, I want to see if Raylan thought to get any scumble from that port."
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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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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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"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."