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Post by Basini on Feb 9, 2011 17:42:52 GMT -5
"I don't think he cared for me very much. I think--"
Stefan moved to sit up and face him, pushing his stiff legs over the cot's edge. His aching body protested.
"Once was enough for him. I think."
And what if the monster did come back? The man had a face, and a voice, he ought to have had a name. If he came back-- (That voice was in his head again. Mocking him, toying with Basini like Beineberg talking of cutting him up. "I hope you prove more interesting." Did he?) His eyes shut tightly, feeling faint.
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Post by László on Feb 9, 2011 19:47:25 GMT -5
"They rarely care about anything but themselves."
László stepped closer, resting a hand on Basini's back to steady him.
"Take it easy, there."
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Post by Basini on Feb 9, 2011 20:05:14 GMT -5
"You can't tell anyone--"
His body jerked a little at the touch, like a marionette whose puppeteer had been jostled mid-act.
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Post by László on Feb 9, 2011 20:57:07 GMT -5
"I wouldn't, even if I did have someone to.
I'm sorry...you're not injured on your back, are you?"
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Post by Basini on Feb 9, 2011 21:52:15 GMT -5
He shook his head mutely, gripping the backs of his arms.
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Post by László on Feb 9, 2011 22:09:54 GMT -5
László had a sense, of something terrible in Basini's past that he wasn't aware of. It wasn't specific, but he had the feeling that whatever it was he could sympathize with.
"Oh. Sorry, I'll let you be, then." He said, letting his hand drop to his side.
He'd rather not make things awkward.
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Post by Basini on Feb 9, 2011 23:03:50 GMT -5
It took him a moment to regain control, to push the overpowering weight of recollection out of his mind.
"It's just my leg, and a few scratches." That didn't sound like so much, not when you put it like that. It wasn't very bad at all. "Lucky you found me!", he added brightly.
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Post by László on Feb 10, 2011 0:50:33 GMT -5
László had the urge to hug Basini, but wasn't at all sure that would be a welcome thing. It left him at a loss, though, as he wanted to be comforting somehow.
"I wouldn't say just, but I'm glad I did come when I did. It leaves some nasty scars, though."
Thanks to twice being bitten on the same part of the neck, László had some rather unmistakable marks there now.
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Post by Basini on Feb 10, 2011 17:45:20 GMT -5
Those dark eyes flicked to László's throat, a little questioningly. Him, he was a grown man -- and if there were any scars Stefan didn't need to see.
"At least they're somewhere discreet."
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Post by László on Feb 10, 2011 21:51:08 GMT -5
"Yours, yes. I've ceased to let it bother me that others can see it on me...because, really, I don't need their approval nor do I care about it."
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Post by Basini on Feb 10, 2011 22:14:47 GMT -5
"No one needs to be seeing my legs." Not that the doctors and nurses hadn't but the nature of the attack had rather thrown personal body-shyness out the window. "And on you I bet they look ennobling."
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Post by László on Feb 10, 2011 22:42:19 GMT -5
His expression momentarily turned grim.
"There's nothing noble about how I got mine."
Very quickly, though, he shifted the subject away from that.
"In any case, we the both of us are all right."
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Post by Basini on Feb 10, 2011 23:08:33 GMT -5
"I-- I won't be one, will I?"
Another dim and remembered fear.
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Post by László on Feb 11, 2011 1:01:48 GMT -5
He shook his head.
"You've been here long enough without incident that I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry about that happening."
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Post by Basini on Feb 11, 2011 21:06:01 GMT -5
"Good." He still was not entirely convinced.
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