[He watches Rupert carefully, frowning. He reaches out and puts a hand on Rupert's shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. Or maybe comfortingly.]
Already told Clem that I'm not great with the whole consolation thing. I'm garbage at it actually. But I think you'll probably go back and save the world.
[the breath he lets out and the nod he gives are probably signs he's calming down, at least a little. on top of that, while it's very tired and mostly humorless, the next is at least phrased like a weak joke.]
Well. They don't call me world saver for nothing.
[literally only one person has ever called him that. who is they. anyways.]
I appreciate it. You trying, I mean. [...] I might leave the probably out and change think to know, next time? But I appreciate it.
He looks faintly and playfully exasperated for a moment or two.] Okay, smartass. [The hand leaves Rupert's shoulder to instead mess up all of his hair by ruffling it, but it disappears afterward.]
If he's here... I imagine he's alright. I don't think they'd try to keep a hostage who wouldn't be. The risk is too high. Maybe you both can go back together and save the world.
[he looks up at the ceiling, frowning, before he pauses and blinks as though he's remembering something important.]
—Oh, shoot, I've been forgetting for like the last week. [forgetting what... well, it'll be obvious enough when he just kind of yells in the general direction of the ceiling. ok rupert.] Hey! I still hate you and I always will!
[He saw because he was a stupid Bat who ran to watch (to see what happened). He makes a sort of playfully yeah-okay face.]
This place does all kinds of weird shit. Killing them is a breach of contract. There are probably fail safes involved. Or, you know... maybe Virgo is just a spooky ghost.
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Already told Clem that I'm not great with the whole consolation thing. I'm garbage at it actually. But I think you'll probably go back and save the world.
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Well. They don't call me world saver for nothing.
[literally only one person has ever called him that. who is they. anyways.]
I appreciate it. You trying, I mean. [...] I might leave the probably out and change think to know, next time? But I appreciate it.
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He looks faintly and playfully exasperated for a moment or two.] Okay, smartass. [The hand leaves Rupert's shoulder to instead mess up all of his hair by ruffling it, but it disappears afterward.]
You'll go back and save the world. Better?
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[the epitome of younger sibling whining as he shoves at his hand. no ruffling!! but he nods, stifling a smile.]
Yes. Better.
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If he's here... I imagine he's alright. I don't think they'd try to keep a hostage who wouldn't be. The risk is too high. Maybe you both can go back together and save the world.
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[it's not really threatening, because he is a twink with noodle arms, but there's a note of anger and tension in his voice that wasn't there before.]
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Now that's what I like to hear.
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[he looks up at the ceiling, frowning, before he pauses and blinks as though he's remembering something important.]
—Oh, shoot, I've been forgetting for like the last week. [forgetting what... well, it'll be obvious enough when he just kind of yells in the general direction of the ceiling. ok rupert.] Hey! I still hate you and I always will!
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??????
He sort of blinks, then lifts his eyes and tips his head, glancing at the ceiling.]
You talking to the head honcho every week?
[As in, like this.]
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[rupert]
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He just can't. Rupert? Rupert shaking his fist at the ceiling like "old man yells at cloud" is too much for him.]
Maybe it's working. I'm trembling.
[It's the PTSD.]
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He lifts the arm up into an L shape, pushing up Rupert's sleeve if he has anything. He closes Rupert's fingers so they make a fist.]
Okay. [pfffft] Now give me some muscle.
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[he tries. there is very little happening if there's anything at all. this absolute twink.]
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He can probably wrap his whole hand around Rupert’s upper arm, but all he does is squish the muscle with his thumb and two fingers.
So little is happening here.]
We’re going to have to do a few push ups maybe.
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[cease your sass]
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I mean... you never know. A lot of people can sometimes use a good, solid punch or two. Why, you think he's not human, or something?
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This place does all kinds of weird shit. Killing them is a breach of contract. There are probably fail safes involved. Or, you know... maybe Virgo is just a spooky ghost.