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Day 387

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I can see everything again. Sorry that conversation ended a little bit differently than I was expecting.

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[Thank God.

There's a spark of relief that almost has him forgetting how mad he's been at John; though, if he were honest with himself, a lot of that was quenched when the idiot up and died on him. He's still angry, what John did has put him at risk from people finding out the ways to control him, but no longer so angry that he's unwilling to put it behind him.]

I'd tell you to ask questions before you charge into a fight, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't listen.

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I asked a question or two.

[He just didn't wait for an answer.]

And it wasn't really a questions situation. Didn't end up mattering in the end.

Beckett's offering himself for my "judgment" now. Think he thinks I want an eye for an eye or something. I dunno. I'll probably ask Al to put him in the guide, warn about if there's blood around him and he's not to be trusted. Rhys is back, at least. Don't particularly trust him, either.

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[Putting them on the guide is a good idea in theory, but he's never noticed it making a difference to how people interact with him. Seems like most people choose to go their own way, regardless of the advice given.]

I told him not to go near you again.

[That's probably overstepping his bounds, but John should know what he did.]

He can't be trusted.

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[Granted, it's what John would have done in Bucky's shoes, so he really can't fault the man for that.]

No, I don't think either of them can be. Pain makes people stupid, but what Rhys did was calculated. I'm not having either of them help me with patients again, if I can help it. It just makes things more complicated, though.

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[It's good that John isn't showing his idiotic need to forgive everyone right now, it means he can be slightly less worried. But they didn't end the last few conversations they've had on a good note, and he doesn't want anything to happen to John again without clearing the air.]

If you need it, I can help.

[Not that he knows more than basic field medicine.]

You should have a friend watching your six.

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[A friend. John has to swallow and blink a few times.]

Think I'm all right for now. But Bucky, if you're saying this because I got killed, you don't need to. I'm still so sorry for... everything.

Apologies for the lack of text formatting I’m on my phone

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I don’t say things I don’t mean.

[He is still mad and scared, but losing John made him realise that not forgiving him isn’t an option. It’s hardly like he’s been perfect and never needed forgiving in this friendship. He hesitates a moment before trying to make things a bit lighter, proof he’s ready to forgive.]

Besides, you should be sorry. The babysitter you sent to watch me won’t shut up. Ever.

How dare!

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[The forgiveness, sideways as it might be, lifts a weight from John's shoulders he hadn't realized he was carrying. He'll just move past it if Bucky is.]

I noticed he likes to talk, yeah. Learn anything interesting, at least?

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I learned that he's from Brooklyn. And he doesn't have any self preservation instincts either.

[It's like all of his friends are idiots. Does he draw them to himself somehow?]

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Has he got himself hurt doing something?

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Trapped in a snowdrift, but that wasn't his fault. He's fine.

But I'm still having to tell him to shut up.

[Usually people see his murder glare and obey the shut up order, Flynn just keeps going even after overt threats.]

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[John can't help a quiet little laugh to himself.]

Welcome to my world. Sherlock can be like that when he's not brooding.

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Flynn doesn't brood. He just talks. It never stops.

[He's kind of at the end of his tether.]

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Have you tried bargaining with him? Like 15 minutes per hour he has to be quiet and you'll... talk back to him for the other 45 minutes.

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John, you're one of the people who knows me best. What makes you think I can make conversation with someone like that for 45 minutes out of every hour for days on end?

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[... Fair.]

Okay. What if you let him chatter and talk for 5 to 10 minutes per hour?

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How about I let him call you and chatter to you for ten minutes every hour?

Seems fair, since you sent him to me.

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Yeah, sure. You'll still have to listen to it.

[If Bucky's trying to annoy John into submission with chatter, he has no idea what John endured for years with Sherlock. He can tune people out very effectively while maintaining the appearance of paying attention.]

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I guess you're right, it's hard to walk ahead when you've gotta carry a guy.

[He's not sure why he hasn't just abandoned Flynn somewhere by now.]

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Wait, you're carrying Flynn? What happened to him?

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I told you, snowdrift.

Pretty sure he broke his leg, he's better than he was.

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Bucky, you said he fell into a snowdrift, but he's fine. A broken leg isn't fine!

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It's not life threatening, and he's healing up.

[It's fine.]

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Does he have a splint on?