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[walkingballpit]

[ The infirmary is becoming a very popular backdrop for these public posts, but it isn’t like there’s much else to do in the infirmary. “Try to get better” is going on his list of stupid things people say when they’ve got nothing, and he’s never going to say it to anyone again.

His bed’s raised to put him in a sitting position, with the tablet in front of him and his right hand hovering near his stomach because he doesn’t quite trust that the device won’t fall on him. It’s been that kind of week. ]

I think I’m getting sprung soon. There’s definitely less meds, and I’ve been downgraded from chocolate to tapioca so I think the welcome’s wearing thin. But, hey, the chance of busting a gut is way down.

[ He smiles, but he looks worn around the edges. The side effects of getting torn up by a maniac and getting medical care from an evil corporation and belatedly worrying about what he could’ve said when drugged. ]

Or it is now that I’ve officially used up all my related puns. I had some great sight gags planned, but they’re refusing to work with me on this. They won’t bandage me into a mummy, the doc vetoed my giant belly ring idea, and you won’t believe the look I got when I suggested a Mr. Potato Head port for accessories.

[ He shakes his head, because this is clearly a missed opportunity. ]

I really thought the snack tray attachment would clinch it for me. Next time I’m going to book a hype man for my pitch.

[ But, in the meantime, he’s here, with no cable, and he’s really trying to not bother people that need to rest. ]

Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks. [ He throws it in at a random space and doesn’t expound on it. Robbie doesn’t know all the ins and outs of how Rogue and he were found, but he’s immensely grateful. ] So... anybody want to play 20 Questions? Or tic tac toe or hangman, if you can keep track? I’ll even open up a PG-13 AMA.

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If it was that Star Wars movie, you wouldn’t be interested in me if I wasn’t wearing a gold bikini.

[ He’s not trying a hand at flirting, just trying to keep it from being too much for either of them. Robbie doesn’t want to see Querl cry more than he has. ]

I’m sure I like you. I’m sure it’s a relationship.

[ Now that the R word has been floated, Robbie will run with it. He won’t miss the ambiguity.

They’re in a relationship. That’s a thing that just happened. A dopey look breaks across Robbie’s face that has nothing to do with the medication, and only deepens when Querl lays one on his cheek.

Luckily, no one’s paying enough attention to catcall, so Robbie is left flushed but comfortable. He turns his head to kiss Brainy’s cheek too, before he can move away. ]

And... I’m sure we just won somebody’s betting pool. That’s enough to go on. If you’re ahead of me... let me know. Send up some smoke signals, mouth the words and I’ll lip read.

[ He is looking very pointedly at Brainy’s mouth, and runs his teeth over his own bottom lip. ]

Might have to be real up close until we get the hang of it.

[googledox]

[Brainy arches an eyebrow.]

It's patently unfair that you're able to be this charming while injured and half-sedated.

[It was a good line.]

But I already knew I was in trouble.

[With the hand that was cupping his cheek, Brainy brushes his thumb lightly against his lips.]

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I’m charming because I’m half-sedated.

[ He’s freer with his words because there’s a bit more space to dip a toe into the flirting waters and see what the reaction to his attempts would be.

It feels good to be taken seriously and to get a response that isn’t exasperation or swatting. Just a little reward. ]

How are you in trouble? You haven’t done anything wrong.

[ Robbie’s speaking very quietly, like that would somehow limit how much his lips move against Brainy’s thumb. ]

You’re in charge. Just make new rules. If it’s trouble, we’re doing that wrong.

[googledox]

[His thumb still rests against the corner of Robbie's mouth, and his index finger traces the line of his jaw.]

[His gaze, though, remains locked on Robbie's, sharp and intense.]

There are good varieties of trouble, you know.

[He's pretty habitual about purposefully engaging in or wreaking some kind of chaos.]

[Being in over his head dealing with wild new feelings is one he's actually looking forward to, even though it was a state of being he hated in the past. Neither of them really knows where this is going and that's okay.]

[That's more than okay, that's appealing. It's an adventure. One likely to lead to good places, outside circumstances permitting.]

I don't know what's going to happen next between us, just that I look forward to finding out.

Maybe I want to be in this kind of trouble.

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[ He’s being drawn out of his comfort zone, but slowly and pleasantly. Brainy is just easing open the door and letting temptation do the rest. ]

Ooh, the good kind of trouble? That’s new. I’m going to need a leather jacket.

[ Robbie turns his head and kisses at Brainy’s thumb, because it’s there, warm and inviting. But he doesn’t purse his lips much, to bake in some plausible deniability if it’s too sentimental. ]

Faux, because I’m the good kind of trouble in the 31st century, and I want you to want to be in -

[ Yikes, this metaphor has suddenly gotten very hubba hubba. ]

The good kind of trouble with me. Whatever that turns out to be. And I’ll try to stay out of the bad kind until we figure it out.

[ He gives Brainy a slow smile and waves a hand around to indicate the Rig. ]

This doesn’t count as me getting in trouble, because you’re here too. Staying out of bad trouble doesn’t start until we’re home.