recovery at the Clinics

[drowningking]

One of the best things about the Nexus Clinics is how emphatically they lack that hospital smell. Everything is scrupulously sterile and well ventilated, the air monitored and kept clean of scent. Leander is in no shape to appreciate it, however; groggy and drugged up, his midsection is covered by machinery that is ostensibly keeping him alive as

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[fireburned]

"You're apologizing to a toaster."

Harvestman, on another downswing, had decided to check the hospital one more time before pestering the Nexus about inappropriate-for-everyone things. Finding Leander awake, and better yet, talking, made his bad mood go away.

Without being invited in (and completely ignoring the service bot), he pulls up a chair and sits down next to Lee's bed. He's been showering regularly (what else was he going to do in that apartment), and his clothes were clean, well-kept, and probably not his. The sweatshirt definitely belonged to Leander.

"Surely you know that."

[drowningking]

Denigrated and ignored, the service bot whirs away huffily. Leander watches it go with an amused expression before turning it on Harvestman.

"It plays a mean hand of five card stud. Good poker face," he says, deadpan. "Hey. You look good." He likes seeing his clothes on Harvestman. But no, no, they're not dating.

[fireburned]

"You look like something tried to eat you." Harvestman leans back in the chair, but he reached one hand out to smooth Leander's hair back. It felt - weird, his organs regenerating, but he could sort out the kind of medications Leander was on and how they were affecting him right now well enough.

"By the way," he drawls, reaching into the sweatshirt pocket and depositing a CD - Queen of the Damned Lesbians, good old fashioned vampire chick porn - on Leander's chest. "Your porn sucks."

Be grateful, Leander. He was going to do horrible things with it in the Nexus.

[drowningking]

"Ha, ha," Lee says, leaning against Harvestman's hand, and then, "What— hey! Quit watching my porn."

That's before he sees precisely which title Harvestman has selected. "Oh, wow. I forgot I had that." The machinery beeps at him when he tries to laugh.