[as he starts to turn away, he loses his footing somehow, and has to catch himself against the closest surface, his skin going pale, quickly, and his breath seeming to catch.]
[He's close enough to catch him immediately when he stumbles, the worry bright in his eyes. He doesn't have to ask to know what it is, but his eyes pan down to Jason's leg anyway.]
[Nero frowns, but. Sure, if that was the takeaway Jason wanted to have.
The Feint rushes back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel and tries to carefully press it against Jason's leg? Like, yeah this wasn't real pain, but maybe having that sharp coldness would take his mind off it a bit.]
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A lot of roses, for sure. Gold crown and chains, or maybe a sword?? Decisions, decisions.]
Thanks. I figured I might try and learn some of this stuff.
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[he glances back at him.]
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[His own attention is on the roses growing over the walls. He runs his hand over the petals of a blue rose, soft between his fingers.]
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[he steps back, and while he looks around, his eyes inevitably get drawn back to Nero, slightly concerned.]
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I did request'em.
...Y'know, it should be genetically impossible to grow these.
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[And then he moves a little closer to him.]
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That's why I named my gun Blue Rose.
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that nero is giving him a flower.
he glances down at it briefly, and then back him, raising an eyebrow, a lightly fond look on his face.]
You're giving me flowers now.
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[Nero straightens out Jason's lapels, still sheepishly smiling.]
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[he considers him, and then slowly...]
... Are you gonna be okay if I leave?
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[A pause. And quietly, sincerely,]
Thanks for staying.
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[he frowns lightly, mulling over that answer.
he can't promise he won't leave forever. but...]
No worries. You can--
[as he starts to turn away, he loses his footing somehow, and has to catch himself against the closest surface, his skin going pale, quickly, and his breath seeming to catch.]
Motherfucker.
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[He's close enough to catch him immediately when he stumbles, the worry bright in his eyes. He doesn't have to ask to know what it is, but his eyes pan down to Jason's leg anyway.]
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[There’s vote in his tone as he says it. but he leans heavily on Griffin anyway, not minding that closeness]
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[Now who's the mother hen. Nero shoulders him out of the workshop and back to the main bedroom]
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[but he isn’t gonna argue with him too hard. Not right now.]
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Better wait it out here before you climb anywhere...
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Now you're already paying me back.
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How long does this usually last?...
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Longer if I ignore it.
Which you're not letting me do.
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[A Feint is already off to get some as the thought leaves his mouth.]
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Or... something like that. Nothing's actually wrong.
[even if his body reacts like it is at first]
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[Nero's brows furrow, frustrated by the lack of anything he could do about this.
Unable to offer anything more concrete, he takes Jason's hand and squeezes it. So at least he had something to clench onto through the pain.]
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dumbass.
but he was still trying-- and Jason squeezes his hand back.]
It's fine, it'll pass. One... more... thing to hold against the producers.
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The Feint rushes back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel and tries to carefully press it against Jason's leg? Like, yeah this wasn't real pain, but maybe having that sharp coldness would take his mind off it a bit.]
Is that... helping at all??
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