all roses have thorns but some are more annoying than others

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor is not enjoying this. There is a fairly deep gouge in his shoulder, far too close to an artery for comfort, his fingers are tingling in a weird way though at least his hand still works, as demonstrated by the fact that he keeps trying it, and not only does that hurt, his pride is even worse. Because it's not like the Tyrell boy said anything

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[phedre_25]

Do you really think, Sandor, that Phedre would leave you like this? Really? It's underestimating her.

So either over protests, despite being ignored or perhaps because of it, she's sitting across from him.

Waiting and worried.

[dontcallmeser]

He spends a while not looking at her, not precisely ignoring her, just uncomfortable, angry, not wanting to say something he'll regret, shoulders rigid and tense, relative relaxation forgotten. But he's not really very good at ignoring people, and especially not Phedre, so he looks up before too long with kind of a twitch.

"What?"

[phedre_25]

"Will you let me tend to you, now?" Very quietly, because she both worried about Sandor and angry about Loras.

And a bit worried that he's angry at her.

[dontcallmeser]

Twitch sigh. He shrugs one shoulder. "Fine," briefly. He's not, really, not exactly, just ashamed and frustrated and angry at the world in general, and his brother because whenever in doubt it's always easy to be angry at him. "It's not that bad."

I've had worse, I've dealt with worse, I don't need help no of course not. There's definite unhappiness around his mouth, though.

[goldnhand]

Jaime lives to complicate. Just ask Aerys-- oh wait you can't.

Anyway.

Currently, Jaime has complicated himself. He had been trying to sleep, and-- as has been the habit ever since he got to this accursed place-- well, that's been going ill. Nightmares suck. He's tried to get back to sleep a few times, with varying levels of absolutely no success, and fuckall if that's not going to work, he's going to go get smashed.

Maturity is everywhere, nowadays.

So Jaime wanders down into the kitchen and sees Sandor. And pauses for a moment before... well, the last drinking partner Jaime had was missing a tongue. What's half a face between not-friends? Without any introduction (introductions are for wusses) Jaime asks, "Where do they keep the alcohol in this damned place, since you seem to have found some?"

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor looks up, expression...pretty much expressionless. Effectively having ironed all the emotion out after Loras made him asplode, because clearly that is the solution to every problem, other than drinking something.

And raises his glass to Jaime. "I always manage." Not slurred yet, just a little blurry, so far. He jerks his head at the cabinet. "There." And then you can leave, I do not want to talk to you. :|

[goldnhand]

Jaime finds nearly-drunk Clegane kind of funny, in some way, but does his best to hide the snigger threatening to, well... snigger. Jaime instead finds his way to the cabinet, and pulls out a can, a glass, a bottle of beerstuff.

And wonders how the hell he's going to open it with one damn hand.

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor's mouth twitches dangerously, because he doesn't know what he'll do if Jaime laughs, but it won't be pretty. And just watches Jaime, because he's not going to offer to help, not if you're going to be that way.

Still fully expressionless as he has another sip of his drink. Damn Lannisters. Bugger Tyrells. Everyone, really.