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Why would anyone want to celebrate him? Christ. He just killed nine people. He's not a person. (He's not.)

"No candles and singing," B says, having gotten that much out of Rogers in the midst of his freak-out. "But if you wanna. Explore somewhere, or something. Not gonna say no." Maybe it will be a distraction. He'll take a distracton.

He pauses. "Maybe somewhere not hard to get to." He's still healing.

"Not hard to get to? What do you mean?"

That's the question she asks rather than making some jab about him not wanting to hear her sing.

"I don't have my serum. I wasn't as effective in the fights, and I don't heal as fast." He says it matter-of-factly, as if it's just par for the course that he's walking around with the remaining wounds from killing nine people. "Steve will probably get grumpy with me if I open the cuts up again. Exploring things with you."

Jesus Christ. Ellie's mouth turns into the perfect upside down U as she frowns at him. She looks more upset about this than the whole murder thing.

Which is because she is more upset about this than the murders.

"Where? Are you okay? Did you have them looked at?"

"Ellie. I'm fine. I know how to deal with wounds that impede functionality." He does lift his three layers of shirt, though, to show her the clean bandage over his ribs. "There's one on my left leg and right arm. There might have been a cracked rib, but I think it's mostly knitted up now." And there's nothing to do for ribs but wrap them, anyway.

"Don't you Ellie me," she chides lightly, rolling her eyes. "But you're right, we won't be doing anything crazy with those injuries. I'll figure out something fun for us to do."

She thinks she knows him pretty well, by now. Shouldn't be too hard. Though, a thought does come to mind.

"... you do know that your safety comes first before anyone else's, don't you? I'm always gonna wanna know if you're okay, and if someone comes at you for whatever reason? Fuck 'em. They get what they deserve."

He looks kind of warily skeptical of that, as he pulls his shirts back down. But he says, "Okay." Because it's definitely not worth arguing about, even though he's pretty sure her safety and Steve's and Godric's, and a lot of other people's, are going to be much, much more important than his own.

Then, because he can recognize now-- with the report and its unexpected results behind him-- that she looks like she just rolled out of bed, he adds, "I should probably. Let you get back to sleep."

Ellie eyes him, knowing that okay doesn't necessarily mean he gets why she's saying what she's saying.

"I should have been up, anyway," she says, rubbing her face, and catching a whiff of--herself? Gross. "It's probably time to eat, and I think you could use some company for a while longer. So, give me like ten minutes to shower and change my clothes and we can go see what there is to eat?"

Smart girl. He absolutely doesn't get it. But this is okay, he can wait, and he's not generally one to say no to company and food. So he settles a little more on her couch, ready to be patient. "Sure."

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