If you don't mind. I'm not going to be put out if you want to sleep.
[But Noh doesn't need as much sleep, does he-- it's more a formality than anything, and Ryan is making his way over to the rover immediately after sending that message.
He could look worse, at least. Still short on rest, still dressed comfortably, but Ryan hardly looks like he's in danger of falling apart when he shows up.]
well it felt like getting juiced to make some cannibal a nice clamato ceasar so yeah, kinda worried about anyone that didn't come straight to the hospital
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
we talking wolverine level healing factor or what? if it's any slower at least invest in a solid painkiller
[ He takes in Ryan's unkempt appearance and tilts his head lightly, his body moving diagonally to allow the human to walk past him into the rover. Gently, one arm slips around Ryan's waist as he comes close, and Noh-Varr doesn't need to push very far to get them both into bed. ]
Erwin. [ He sounds uncharacteristically tired, but he's in no mood to deal with someone else's misdirected anger right now. ] I have no answers for you.
[ Nothing satisfying, more like. They're all at the end of a very short leash. ]
[He's easy enough to guide, as always, curling up with Noh-Varr as soon as they reach the bed-- if Noh's sitting, he'll get Ryan's head pillowed on his thigh, but otherwise he'll just curl close, as though his friend's an oversized pillow.]
...you know, these could really stand to have freezers.
[It almost sounds like serious musing... it just doesn't quite make it there with the faint tug at the corners of his mouth. It's brief and not quite a smile, but still there.]
This just doesn't feel the same without a pint of rocky road.
[He can't hear her, but wow, the bark of laughter that just came out of her mouth. It wasn't pretty.]
FROM: erin@cdc.org
Do you really think they'd tell me?
[She saw the completely useless message that came from Dagger. She hasn't bothered going to Warriorhead or anyone else. She knows what Gray is like. That she's effectively cut off from everything.]
[ Noh-Varr tucks Ryan's head under his chin; it's tough, given their height difference, and Ryan might end up half-wrapped around his middle. Not important. ]
I prefer neopolitan, myself. And pizza, if we're talking comfort food in general.
[ He considers the idea of 'comfort food' a strange one, and not something he'd encountered before Earth. Certainly, he enjoyed eating, in the sense of gaining nourishment, but the idea of food as a reward or for soothing emotional distress is new. The Kree are utilitarian in their cuisine, as are the Skrulls and most other alien cultures Noh-Varr knows. Humans attribute great significance to food, as a source of pleasure, a social vector. That Havoc wants to share this with him, he thinks, is significant.
His hands close around the tin. ]
Very.
[ It's the truth. He's famished. His body burned through a tremendous amount of energy in healing him so quickly, and he finds himself tipping the can back to drink it down. It's piping hot, and the warmth feels exceptionally good.
He drains the whole can of broth, leaving only chunks of vegetables and meat behind, which he then attacks with his spoon. It's very good--but not surprisingly good--and he doesn't believe he can solely attribute that to how hungry he is. ]
That he's pretty? Yes. It's the truth. [ She used to be a more jealous person, she does still tend to be sometimes. But lately she's felt more safe with Nikolai. Maybe it's the impending nuptials. ]
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