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Well, I've been getting plenty of restful sleep, so don't sweat it.

[A complete bold-faced lie, but like he's bound to tell her he's not. He's a selfish selfless, the kind who'd rather pretend there's nothing wrong and ignore his problems in private.

He doesn't need people to worry over things so trivial as his sleeping patterns. He can deal like he always has.]

Things aren't as crazy as they were a few weeks ago.

...

With the exception of you getting poked with a knife by a nervous New Feather.

I trust you to tell me if that ever changes, Rick.

[Because lying about that, what point would it serve? If he says he is rested, and she's not forcing him to spend the night for observation, she'll take his word for it. As long as he's not her patient, she'll listen. Should that change, her opinion might as well. But. He looks well and seems fine, really.]

I honestly think a stab wound would have been much worse; the laceration, as it is, bled quite a bit, and hurt, but my ribcage and sternum prevented damage to anything vital. If he had 'poked' me in truth? It would have ended differently.

[... Adele don't make him feel guilty about lying. :|]

I can imagine. You're in the club, remember? You don't need anymore admission tickets than you have.

[It's not a guilt trip if it's not deliberate. Right? Right.]

Double the tickets mean double the perks, though. [She huffs a low, rough laugh.] I can say this much. Between being stabbed and being shot? I think I prefer being shot.

Me, too. [He rolls his eyes at that. Soldiers get shot. He's just fortunate that That One Time he was shot wasn't anything serious. He's avoided getting stabbed in his life, he'd prefer to keep it like that.] Bullets are just a better alternative, if I had to pick.

[~~WHY WERE HIS ONLY TWO OPTIONS BURNING AND NERVE GAS~~]

It may be my memory glossing it over but- I don't think it hurt as much...or I was slipping into shock. I'm not entirely certain which. [It was hard to say, really. Even if it made limping the last fifteen feet down the hall an absolute bitch.]

... Hey, you don't gotta' talk about this, y'know. If it's still weird...

[He itches his hairline. He has to at least make sure it's not something that weighs on her so much it's tough to talk about. He likes the Rule 2 thing, but. He doesn't want her telling him this unless she's passed the things that come with it.]

Weird is relative, Rick, but. I'm fine. Really. I did something foolish and this is the result. I've come to terms with it, I mean. It's difficult to continue to be bothered by something like this when you meditate regularly with a Jedi. They make a habit at poking at such subjects until you learn to live with it...or you stab them.

[He laughs a little.]

Meditating. Jedis are helpful fellas.

I just didn't want you to think you had to talk about it, if it ever came up. [a small smile] Foolish or not.

I'm certain that if I ever explain the entirety of the situation to you, you'll agree that it was fairly foolish if not 'fucking stupid'.

[It's only an if because she doesn't know if he'd want to be told. There's enough on his mind about this place without her adding her own foolish and sanguine past to the mix.]

But thank you Rick. It's sweet of you.

Hey, a lot of people do fucking stupid shit around here. Myself included.

[He leans on his knuckles, smiling still.]

I definitely out-dumb you in life by a large margin.

Of that I have no doubt.

[She huffs a soft laugh, shaking her head.]

Well you did sign up for the American military...So there's several hundred points in your favor right there in the dumb department.

Even before the military. Hell, that's why I was certified. I was a very bitter needy person in my teenage years. [Pfft. Those were the days. Of course, Doyle's aware that the military has plenty of smart guys - Flynn was a good guy, smart and family-oriented. Pete, Major Laurie, all those guys, they were good people.

But he'd be lying if he said some of them didn't fit a bill. It's like high school. You've got those... people in particular you wonder about.

No use bothering with that anymore, anyway.]

I guess now that I'm officially 'retired', my dumb American points are down?

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