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CLAIRE BENNET

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[darkart]

I would appreciate it.

[ SSSsshhhhhhhhhhh ]

[pushfall]

What's going on?

[ Damn it why does severity not transfer so well over texts? She knows damn well he's not asking just so he and Peter can grab a beer. She doubts it's for someone else. ]

[darkart]

I'm asking you for assistance.

[ Fuck it, he'll just go down there and wait. ]

[pushfall]

That in itself is pretty odd.

[ Jesus give her a minute. ]

[darkart]

So is space.

[ Look he's not having a wonderful day. ]

[pushfall]

At least space being odd is relatively explainable, scientifically.

[ He is quickly ensuring that she doesn't have one either. ]

[darkart]

[ No response. At this point he feels stupid for asking her and isn't sure why he did. His head's swimming, both from the concussion and from the sudden flurry of planning he's having to do since Darcy's amazingly timed werewolf emergency. He just needs to get this done and-- Merlin. Why is he bothering this poor girl. ]

[pushfall]

[ Yeah, well, that shit ain't gonna fly. So after a little while, following the whole process she's used to by now - ]

Don't not respond to me.

[darkart]

[ After a few minutes, ]

?

[pushfall]

[ She wants to punch him. ]

You can't just text me and ask when my uncle who works in the medbay has his next shift and not let me know what's going on. Don't do that.

[darkart]

I don't have an answer right now.

[pushfall]

Go down now.

[darkart]

Thank you.

[pushfall]

[ NO RESPONSE, YOU TURD. ]

[darkart]

[ An hour or so passes. Then: ]

I have a concussion.

[pushfall]

[ Well that stops her from giving him one herself. She's still annoyed enough to take a minute longer than is normal to respond. ]

What happened.

[darkart]

I was assaulted. It's turned into a complicated situation but I needed to get medical records out of the way.

[pushfall]

Was it Sirius?

[darkart]

No. But that is where it begins to complicate.

[pushfall]

Are you gonna tell me about it or do I have to sit in the dark about it for another hour?

[darkart]

I was always going to tell you about it.

[ WHY IS EVERYONE MAD AT HIM THIS MONTH ]

[pushfall]

[ That is kind of a really flattering thing to read. Claire spends a moment just kind of looking at her phone like she doesn't entirely know what to do with it. ]

Okay. I'm listening.

[darkart]

It'll be a few minutes. I'm walking back to my room and writing on this isn't helping my headache.

[ - is not an excuse to get out of it, it's him being grudgingly honest, because his stupid head hurts. Stupidly. This is all stupid!! ]

[pushfall]

You can swing by my room.

[darkart]

[ He can.

Does he want to?

Severus isn't sure, but he seems to have implicitly agreed to. Down the hall, he stops at the room next to his assigned quarters that he's taken over for his own private store-room and downs the contents of a small bottle. His ribs, bandaged in the useless muggle fashion, knit themselves back together from the inside out. He has to stay with his hands pressed to the table, breathing slowly and controlled, for a solid minute. The sensation is uncomfortable and more brittle-painful than it is at home, but it works.

He knocks on Claire's door. Cleaned up as well as he can be, but there's still dark circles from under his eyes from hitting his head - it makes him look even more wraithlike than usual.

He's also very tired. It shows. ]