2.24 - Voice + Spam

[breakingmyheart]

[Private to Chromie]

I need to take a few days off work so I can take care of some friends.

...and I know this wouldn't be the first time. I'm sorry about that.

[Private to Nathan]

So...I know we didn't really get a chance to talk. [Beyond things like 'please move while Creed is immobile' and 'are you seriously not aware that you're bleeding'.]

How are you doing?

[Spam for Megamind]

[Toshiko is, at least, in the hinterlands of 'okay'. She's seen worse than she saw at port and on the Barge - a career at Torchwood's proven useful, in that completely horrible sense - and she suspects that a life in Gotham had the same effect on Edward but she knows that Megamind isn't handling it well. Which she can understand. And it's why she's choosing to stick around.

Right now she's making lunch. Cheese on toast, her own comfort food on the rare occasions that she's bothered with cooking for herself. Insofar as you can call 'bread + cheese + heat source' cooking. Megamind's huddled up with Angus near his idea wall and she knows she's going to join them rather than try to talk him into joining her at the table.

She glances over her shoulder to call over to him.]

Do you want something to drink, Megamind?

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[private]

[neuropathy]

[ Torchwood, must you. ]

So you made out better'n me, is what you're saying.

[ Allow Nathan to be deadpan, and his typist to just wildly fudge whatever injuries he may have received. ]

[private]

[breakingmyheart]

It's not as if I'm trying to brag about it.

I actually meant to ask about your - condition, now things have calmed down a bit. If you don't mind, that is.

[private]

[neuropathy]

[ Nathan very briefly looks as if he's trying to decide whether or not he minds, but it's just a flicker. ]

Which version you want? The medical condition or the uh--less like that.

[private]

[breakingmyheart]

...whichever you think is the most complete answer.

[private]

[neuropathy]

[ Nathan rubs a hand over his mouth; he's never had the occasion to explain this to someone not from Haven before. The Troubles aren't going to mean anything to Tosh. ]

It's not just pain. I don't feel anything. I used to think - used to want to think - it was somethin' medical, but--

It's not. I dunno if it's ever gonna go away, but ...it's got its perks, right?

[ A small quirk of his mouth, something that maybe used to be bitter and has softened. ]

Back home you'd call me Troubled.

[private]

[breakingmyheart]

[She almost objects - she would not, that's kind of rude - but then she realises no, he means Troubled in the same way that Erik means 'mutant'. That it's the accepted terminology in his world.]

Were you born that way?

[private]

[neuropathy]

[ Troubled has about the same connotation as mutant, inasmuch as it's either a label or--well, a label. ]

Guess so.

[ His biological father was the same way, but Nathan wants to bring him up like he wants to eat glass. ]

Something's gotta trigger it, it's--complicated. Not sure professional curiosity covers the time it would take to tell.

[private]

[breakingmyheart]

[Which she takes as a polite 'DNW to talk about it.']

That's alright.