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[jumpthegun]

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[devoutish]

Nah. Not for this.

[Liking her doesn't mean he'd give her anything she wanted for free, but medical supplies? Absolutely.]

[jumpthegun]

Thanks, then. [This is Fiona's debt to pay back to the other man if she feels like she needs to, not John's, but he'll extend the gratitude, anyway.]

Think we can all just about make Kesara's tunnel by tomorrow. There're two houses near there. Might want to split up instead of all trying to meet in one. 49 and 58 on House's map. I can help Duster to one of them for you to meet up with, if you've to a preference.

[devoutish]

No more than four people in a house. That's my rule.

Forty-nine and fifty-eight - have you ever been to either of them?

[jumpthegun]

Woke up in 58. It's... empty. It feels empty. More than most of the other places here, like there's something missing out of it.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I've been in that one. I'd rather skip it this time around, if it's all the same to you.

[jumpthegun]

Gee. Thanks. [John rolls his eyes.] It's fine, though. I'll get him to 49, and you lot can head into the tunnel first for the night. I'm headed south once I deliver some food, anyway. Should keep things from getting too crowded. Not sure if the others will be coming with me.

[devoutish]

Think Fiona's likely to?

[jumpthegun]

You're the one with her, mate. Ask her yourself. I've learned my lesson enough times about trying to speak for women.

[devoutish]

Wasn't asking you to, mate. Just for your own opinion.

Duster doing all right?

[jumpthegun]

My opinion is ask her. I'd like her to come, but she might want to explore.

Duster's being himself, I reckon. Think I've met friendlier sea urchins. I'm asking the Admin for some acetaminophen for him. It'll do to help the pain without chancing it for bleeding with the concussion.

[devoutish]

He told you about the concussion?

[jumpthegun]

And the finger, yeah. You two get into a fight? [His tone is dry, but he's wondering if he can pull a hint out of Alfie.]

[devoutish]

None of your business, mate.

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs.] Oh, here we go again.

[devoutish]

My answer is not unreasonable, and it's not going to change. Move on.

[jumpthegun]

[Well, he has other sources to go to. Easier sources.]

I'm getting him meds if he'll take them and we're safe. What else d'you want to know, mate?

[devoutish]

Force the pills down his fucking throat if he doesn't want them.

[Royce is his, and he is very worried.]

[jumpthegun]

We'll have to explore that adventure tomorrow. Meds won't turn up until then. Meanwhile, I'm trying to get him to sleep on the bed instead of the floor and eat something to help settle the nausea. Any tips?

[devoutish]

None that'll work for you. You've proven yourself to be untrustworthy.

[jumpthegun]

[That makes John absolutely bristle, but his tone remains neutral.]

I don't really care how the pair of you feel about me personally. My medical opinion isn't about who did what or when. It's about what's physically in his best interest.

[devoutish]

It's gonna be very, very, very hard for you to convince him to tell you anything. And unlike all the other times when he works against his best physical interests, right, I can't tell him he's being paranoid or unreasonable there.

I'm trying to get him to contact the new doctor.

[jumpthegun]

Right. [And now we're moving toward clipped. You're insulting his character, Alfie. He's not terribly appreciative of it.] Good luck with that, then. I'll keep trying with him until you've got that lined up, shall I, Mr. Solomons?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[jumpthegun]

Give my regards to Fiona. Goodnight.