He might have been more rational about it if the timing had been... different. Marc feels a little like he hasn't been rational about much in a long time. He's still not entirely sure he is.
What does thinking clearly even feel like? Ugh.
"I love you, too," he sighs, both relieved and maybe feeling a little dumb for worrying so much about it. "Anyway, that's what Steven wanted to talk about. The tether thing."
She pauses, giving him a stern look, and while there's a playful edge to it, it's not entirely in jest. "You'll tell me if you start feeling sick. More than just a hangover or whatever passes for a common cold on an alien planet?"
"Yes ma'am," Marc says meekly. Well, mock-meekly. He may or may not do it before it gets bad, but he's pretty sure Steven would let him know when it's time to spill. Provided it even happens, which he's still doubtful about. "You'd better do the same. You can't deprive Steven of the experience of bringing you soup, you know, before we try the tether thing."
"Hmm." Her eyes narrow slightly, and she peers up at him in mock suspicion. "I think you just want to make sure there's someone else who believes you when you say I'm a terrible patient."
Which is only sometimes the case - she's cooperative enough when she's badly injured. It's when she's on the cusp of functional that she gets frustrated enough to push herself, then sulk when she proves to be less recovered than she wants to be.
"Yep, you got me," he says solemnly, and clearly jokingly. "I need to prove that I'm the better patient than you." He is not the better patient. He doesn't even do sick well when he's too sick to move around.
He chuckles, and strokes a hand down her hair. "Especially since the only judge is gonna be Steven, and I'm pretty sure he'd pick you no matter what," he says.
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What does thinking clearly even feel like? Ugh.
"I love you, too," he sighs, both relieved and maybe feeling a little dumb for worrying so much about it. "Anyway, that's what Steven wanted to talk about. The tether thing."
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She pauses, giving him a stern look, and while there's a playful edge to it, it's not entirely in jest. "You'll tell me if you start feeling sick. More than just a hangover or whatever passes for a common cold on an alien planet?"
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Which is only sometimes the case - she's cooperative enough when she's badly injured. It's when she's on the cusp of functional that she gets frustrated enough to push herself, then sulk when she proves to be less recovered than she wants to be.
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"Good thing we have an excellent chance of being fine," she says. "That's one competition no one should have to judge."
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(If it's at least a little bit relief because they have a plan, however loose it might be, well. That's fair, isn't it?)