[He hates. HAAAAAAAAAAAATES not being able to just portal himself over there. But he's on the way. He's never seen Rodney, he's avoided almost every single human adult around him to the point he hasn't even met his own roommates, but if this guy is with Donnie, Leo will make the exception.]
Rodney has found some coffee to warm up (aka stealing it from the doctors' machine without asking), nodding at Leo when he sees him arriving. His upset demeanor isn't lost on him but that's probably just brotherly worry.]
Over there.
[He nods over to the cot where the docs parked Donnie to take care of him.]
[And take care of him they did, given that he's not actually dead or even in any mortal danger. Donnie is huddled up on the cot with either a very fluffy comforter or multiple blankets wrapped around him, sipping a cardboard to-go cup of hot chocolate as he blinks sleepily at his brother's arrival.]
Not... exactly what he expected but not entirely out of the left field. Granted, he never threw rocks but having his own very rivalrous and complicated relationship with his sister, Rodney squints at Leo's arrival.]
Hey, could you not do that? I don't need him changing bandages in the apartment just because you felt like giving him a laceration!
A-hah! See, now I know you're lying! I'm his coresident which I texted you, so you'd know, if you could read, which obviously you can't! And I know you've been to our apartment before!
[You'd think a forty year old man would be mature enough not to get in a yelling match with an actual teenager. You'd think.]
And now instead of owning up to your destructive act of vandalism, you are trying to shift the blame on me after I valiantly saved your brother's life! I see how it is!
[The rock had bounced harmlessly off of his insulating shield so Donnie just proceeded to sip his hot choco and only half pay attention to the argument going on. Surreal. Maybe because he still has fog-brain, or maybe because he's usually not on the outside of this kind of bickering.
Of course, Rodney mentioned the centrifuge fiasco so maybe he should steer the conversation away from that...when he's less tired. Or when he cares more.]
Dr. McKay gave me his jacket. [...this is important information how, Donald] I haven't given it back yet. [LMao maybe he never will]
[There's a flicker of hesitation when he remembers his phrasing and becomes aware that maybe, possibly, potentially his words could have been misconstrued as such. Not that he would ever admit it. So why don't they talk about more important things such as--]
I did! I gave him my jacket!
[Pointing over at Donnie like it somehow means anything in the current context.]
[Okay so he's raising his voice. But then Donnie talks and Leo's attention is laser focused there for a second. Okay, so unknown untrustworthy adult human gave Donnie his jacket, and Donnie's out of it enough that he not only accepted it but has kept it on.
[Sips hot chocolate, maybe they will stop yelling soon if he explains] Artefact explosion spread shards throughout the park. I collected many. Shards induce crippling apathy not only when embedded, but even in proximity to organic material.
[Sip.] I laid on the ground for several hours. Dr. McKay found me and removed the shards until I recovered enough to move under my own power. [And gave him his jacket. That Donnie still has no intention of returning. Get father figure'd, idiot]
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED luckily he's quite unaware of it or he might have a feeling about it god beware]
... What he said. Which is exactly what I told you in my message. It was just more... succinct.
[Still so defensive because Donnie explained that so much more clearly and less ambiguously and he really absolutely did make it sound like he was dead, didn't he. But will he admit to it? Never. He's the adult around here, okay! And adults aren't wrong!
And then, because he may feel 0,00005% bad about it, he adds,]
From what the doctors tell me he's fine and will make a full recovery.
[Donnie reluctantly slides out of the blankets at Leo's words, like his brother's instructions are a foregone conclusion. Maybe the sleepiness is just making him way more compliant. ...or maybe he's relieved to have someone else in charge of him right now. Thinking for himself is very exhausting, still. Maybe he also just crowds right next to Leo, some deep buried instinct making him want to both comfort and seek comfort from his brother.
Hesitates just enough to be obvious before he slips Rodney's jacket from around his shoulders and holds it out for him to take.] Thank you, Dr. McKay.
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The clinic outside of Dogtown.
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[He hates. HAAAAAAAAAAAATES not being able to just portal himself over there. But he's on the way. He's never seen Rodney, he's avoided almost every single human adult around him to the point he hasn't even met his own roommates, but if this guy is with Donnie, Leo will make the exception.]
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deal w it when i get there
incoming
[Showing up SECONDS LATER looking a little frantic and searching the area.]
Where?
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Rodney has found some coffee to warm up (aka stealing it from the doctors' machine without asking), nodding at Leo when he sees him arriving. His upset demeanor isn't lost on him but that's probably just brotherly worry.]
Over there.
[He nods over to the cot where the docs parked Donnie to take care of him.]
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Ah. That was you he was texting.
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What the fuck is around here? He'll grab whatever (a rock? probably a rock) and throws it at Donnie.]
You should be dead!
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[Huh. That's certainly a reaction?
Not... exactly what he expected but not entirely out of the left field. Granted, he never threw rocks but having his own very rivalrous and complicated relationship with his sister, Rodney squints at Leo's arrival.]
Hey, could you not do that? I don't need him changing bandages in the apartment just because you felt like giving him a laceration!
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YOU MADE ME THINK HE WAS DEAD!
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[A beat.]
You broke my centrifuge!
[He just feels like yelling something back!]
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[Just yelling right back, in front of Don's
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[Somehow... glossing over the whole causing him anguish thing, this is now obviously more important.]
And it's hardly my fault you can't read!
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AND I CAN READ JUST FINE!
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[You'd think a forty year old man would be mature enough not to get in a yelling match with an actual teenager. You'd think.]
And now instead of owning up to your destructive act of vandalism, you are trying to shift the blame on me after I valiantly saved your brother's life! I see how it is!
waits for don after this
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Of course, Rodney mentioned the centrifuge fiasco so maybe he should steer the conversation away from that...when he's less tired. Or when he cares more.]
Dr. McKay gave me his jacket. [...this is important information how, Donald] I haven't given it back yet. [LMao maybe he never will]
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[There's a flicker of hesitation when he remembers his phrasing and becomes aware that maybe, possibly, potentially his words could have been misconstrued as such. Not that he would ever admit it. So why don't they talk about more important things such as--]
I did! I gave him my jacket!
[Pointing over at Donnie like it somehow means anything in the current context.]
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[Okay so he's raising his voice. But then Donnie talks and Leo's attention is laser focused there for a second. Okay, so unknown untrustworthy adult human gave Donnie his jacket, and Donnie's out of it enough that he not only accepted it but has kept it on.
That's... important.]
What happened?
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[Sip.] I laid on the ground for several hours. Dr. McKay found me and removed the shards until I recovered enough to move under my own power. [And gave him his jacket. That Donnie still has no intention of returning. Get father figure'd, idiot]
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or he might have a feeling about it god beware]... What he said. Which is exactly what I told you in my message. It was just more... succinct.
[Still so defensive because Donnie explained that so much more clearly and less ambiguously and he really absolutely did make it sound like he was dead, didn't he. But will he admit to it? Never. He's the adult around here, okay! And adults aren't wrong!
And then, because he may feel 0,00005% bad about it, he adds,]
From what the doctors tell me he's fine and will make a full recovery.
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But Leo looks between them. Then sighs, running a hand over his face.
Okay. Okay, fine. Sure.]
...Thanks for the info. I'll get him back inside.
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Hesitates just enough to be obvious before he slips Rodney's jacket from around his shoulders and holds it out for him to take.] Thank you, Dr. McKay.