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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?

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We've got it handled, you don't need to be a doctor right now. He's fine, I've got him.

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[It's a challenge to 'turn it off,' unfortunately. Especially when Bucky hasn't actually given him an answer on that splint.]

We're gonna take a look at the wall downtown, but I know Stephen's still up around the clinic if you do need a doctor.

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What's going on at the wall downtown?

[He thought that most people were heading to the bunker, he hadn't heard of anything new being discovered downtown in a long time.]

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Nothing much at the moment, but with people poking around in the bunker, I've been wondering if we could maybe get whatever access panel is supposed to be there to work. Maybe with the Galaxy Key app. Think there're enough people in the bunker to manage things, so we're checking the unlikely possibilities outside while we wait.

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Seems smart, that many people in one place are just asking for an anomaly attack.

Flynn and I are heading to one of the Russian ghost houses, he wants to try talking to them.

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Let me know if that works. Haven't had much luck contacting any of the data ghosts lately. That... might have just been the death price, though.

[Admittedly.]

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Not as bad as some death prices? At least you could still keep yourself moving and safe, right?

[He'd actually quite enjoy it, a whole town of solitude.]

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[There's a very long pause on the reply. John's tempted to just agree and be done with it, but he'd made a promise to try to be better than that.]

It's not as bad as some of those, no, but probably worse in other ways. I thought I was going mad, Buck. Every time Sherlock touched me or redirected me, it's like time just... stopped. I didn't know what was happening. I knew there was time missing, but sometimes I couldn't even tell how much. Or I'd find myself in a different spot.