[ Jim echoes the gesture, rubbing his own forehead, without really thinking about it. ]
Heh. Maybe you should decide that after your memories come back.
[ Not that Jim thinks the answer will change. He knows it won't. ]
You shouldn't have had to go through this. You made it so long, you know? And then boom.
Heh. Maybe you should decide that after your memories come back.
[ Not that Jim thinks the answer will change. He knows it won't. ]
You shouldn't have had to go through this. You made it so long, you know? And then boom.
[ It was important. Jim looks away, unable to speak for a moment as he processes that. That the feeling was strong enough to stick with Zell even through all of this really means something. ]
Five or six months. It's a lot longer than most people here make it.
Five or six months. It's a lot longer than most people here make it.
Two ninety... one?
[ Jim has to think it over; he hasn't been the most cognizant of time passing, the last day or so, even without the persistent sickness that's still bothering him. ]
It's been a really long time.
[ Jim has to think it over; he hasn't been the most cognizant of time passing, the last day or so, even without the persistent sickness that's still bothering him. ]
It's been a really long time.
Not yet.
[ Whatever it is, apparently Jim knows. ]
Any other questions?
[ Whatever it is, apparently Jim knows. ]
Any other questions?
[ Zell, that was terrible.
Terrible enough to get a chuckle going of his own. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty good missing that call.
Terrible enough to get a chuckle going of his own. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty good missing that call.
*Zell's mouth is moving but he can't--oh, right, he lost his hearing when he died. He was alone and used to moving as quietly as possible so he almost forgot.
He shakes his head, then points to his ear, then shakes his head again.*
He shakes his head, then points to his ear, then shakes his head again.*
[ Usually he's more cooperative.
It's absolutely the right time for Jim to monkey onto Zell's back, whether he likes it or not. He throws his legs around Zell's waist and his arms around Zell's shoulders, using one hand to force his mouth open and the other to - carefully, he can't afford to drop them - shove the pills in. ]
It's absolutely the right time for Jim to monkey onto Zell's back, whether he likes it or not. He throws his legs around Zell's waist and his arms around Zell's shoulders, using one hand to force his mouth open and the other to - carefully, he can't afford to drop them - shove the pills in. ]
Two hundred and forty-five days. Well, forty-six now, I guess.
[ It's after midnight, right? ]
It seems like way longer.
[ It's after midnight, right? ]
It seems like way longer.
[ Jim will spend that moment frantically hanging on to Zell's back, resisting any effort to throw him off. Once he feels Zell start to go down, though, he loosens his grip and tries to break his fall as best he can. ]
You stuck by me.
[ Jim realizes pretty quickly that Zell might take that the wrong way. ]
I mean, I'm getting the way better end of the bargain. Or something. You're worth sticking around for.
[ Jim realizes pretty quickly that Zell might take that the wrong way. ]
I mean, I'm getting the way better end of the bargain. Or something. You're worth sticking around for.
[ Jim goes down with him, wincing when all of Zell's weight jars him against the floor and holding on long after Zell's passed out. ]
Really? You're going to make me say it?
[ Expressing emotions, bah. ]
Feels like confessing all over again.
[ Expressing emotions, bah. ]
Feels like confessing all over again.

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