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[When she moves to her back he withdraws his hand, letting it settle on the bed next to her, as he listens to what she has to say.

And well, it takes him a long moment, thanks slime brain, for him to figure out what to even say to that. Is he really not seeing her? He... Doesn't get what she means by that at all and he can't fully blame his not understanding on slime brain either.]

No, it's not unacceptable to like you if you're not a good person, but I believe you are one so does that matter? And... You are you to me, you can't be anyone else?

[He's confused by her words, and as much as he doesn't want it to? It's coming through in his voice as he speaks.]

[One of them a slime and one of them drugged up post-surgery. Obviously the time to have this conversation. ...Thought to be fair, when would Ray have finally addressed it? After it had more time to simmer as a problem? Unhealthy.]

It matters. It matters because I have accepted myself, and to not acknowledge my nature... Is it really me you like, then? Or your idea of me? Ev'ryone...desires a version of me I cannot be. Even doing all they can to please me.

[She tries to push herself up again now that he's no longer got his hand on her and she's anticipating the sick feeling. Wing...push? Wings don't really work that way.]

Umm... [Rachel hasn't let her words hesitate like that since changing. Truly, morphine is. Doing work. If only she weren't so determined to pontificate as a naphil.] I am not delicate. Nor am I looking for a god. Leonardo said -- I have the energy of a picture of a...of a knife on one of your phones with th'screens. Someth'n to that effect.

Edited 2023-07-07 04:43 (UTC)

A knife emoji.

[Why does he address that first instead of the actual... Serious subject? It says a lot, he doesn't want to have a serious talk not while they're both in a state where it might not be remembered. But here they are.]

I don't think you're delicate, considering when we first met in person you put your fingers into my back? I don't think a delicate person would have done something like that. And... I know you're dangerous, you've shown me that. [If he had legs this would be where he would look at his, formerly, injured leg.]

I like the you I've met here, that's the only version of you I really know... I know about your past, a little, but also like. [He pauses, thinking of what to say here and trying to stay focused. Don't get distracted.] If we let the past control who we are then I should be someone with a lot more problems than I have, and I feel like your past shouldn't do that to you either?

... [A beat.]
That makes no sense, sorry.

[Right, emojis. Those were the real emojis, and her idea of emojis had been false. Her thoughts are not fully connecting to her memories, and it's a coin toss whether she'll remember...remembering this.]

I stuck my fingers in your back? [That's weird. She's weird.] Ah... Yes, because you were growing wings. You were upset about it.

[At first, anyway.

She watches him hazily, trying to decide how much she believes his words. He's definitely not so stupid that he'd doubt how dangerous she was, it's true. But then why did it feel like she was being put on a pedestal?

(No one has ever doted on her without an ulterior motive, at least not to her memory. Anyone that tries to treat her so kindly gets associated with the others by default.)

After a moment, she lifts her hand, leaving her more unsteady, and caresses his face.]

You have many problems.

[Sorry, babe.]

Edited 2023-07-07 05:30 (UTC)

Y-yeah at first...

[The the subject of fingers in his back. Just not going to say that he is pretty sure that is what made him start to have the feels towards her, that would be weird.

Instead he closes his eyes when she touches his face, but that doesn't last too long at what she says last. He just gets an insulted look on his face.]

I do not! I mean, compared to some people around here my problems are nothing.

[And unlike Leo, Donnie hasn't really come to accept that some of them are actually problems.]

[Her head tips quizzically, though that makes her curl in on herself a little from another wave of nausea. "At first"...? It tugs at a memory. Something she was supposed to talk to him about...]

I am not comparing you to others.

[She wants to see him, remember? And there are problems! She doesn't see how this could possibly be offensive, not when she so casually admits to her own issues. Rachel decides to push through despite her body trying to reason with her, so she sits up all the way, swinging her legs over the side of her bed and hugging her side with a grimace.]

Why are you upset with me?

[Honestly the fact she doesn't pursue it means he won't bring it up again himself.

And when she starts to sit up he reacts, reaching out to her to either help her stay upright, or try to get her to lay back down. Especially at her grimacing, he's distracted by that more than her asking about him being upset.]

I'm not upset with you. Just. My problems aren't really something to worry about.

[He gets... Defensive of how he was raised, even if he knows that Splinter wasn't the greatest and left him and his brothers to raise themselves after a certain age, he still doesn't see how bad that really was.]

You seem upset with me.

[Things you definitely want to insist on when trying to maintain good communication and not upset the other person. Yep. With him helping to stabilize her, the naphil moves her hands to rest over Donnie's, wanting to hold him close without losing the full sight of him she has. Once her hands are on his, she otherwise becomes easy to move and can be laid down without much of a fuss, should he want.]

I wish to worry about them. About you... I wish to be a better companion for you, because it is mmmy hope that -- I will be one for some time. Do you believe I will not stay, if you admit any flaws? That is... I've...I've shown you my ugliness. You still desire to be with me.

[Be it his upbringing, his forgetfulness as a slime, the fact that she felt comfortable asking him to do surgery on her when that is a wild thing to request...the way he fights with his brother. The failures he feels he's caused. She wants him to know that they can matter without changing things between them.]

I'm not... I was upset by what you said, but not because of you.

[Like this she's so much... Bigger than him, he's lost some height as a slime even when he manages to hold a form, so when her hands rest over his? He feels so small and it makes him feel a little uncomfortable, not that he'll voice that. Now is not the time for such things.

As to the rest of what Ray has to say, he goes silent, as if considering how to respond to her and just...]

You shouldn't be sitting up like this.

[Not talk about it at all. It's not a subject he wishes to dwell on, as he is going to try to get her to lay down now without hurting her in the process.]

[She's feeling too bleary to realize the full force of her disappointment, so when he makes his suggestion and starts easing her back down, there's little more than a sigh she's quick to cut off with a sharp inhale.]

It is not comfy...

[Her pout has more to do with having said "comfy" than actually going back to lying down. She's a little too tall for her bed now, though, and needs to bend at the knees in order to fit. She seems to think that's important, as is the idea that she holds one of his arms in hers in a lazy grasp. Being back on her side helps, though. It only makes her wonder about the space her rib had occupied before a little bit -- and luckily for Donnie, very little else.]

I know, but sitting up might cause the stitches to burst and we don't want that.

[To call what they had done harrowing would be an understatement in Donnie's mind, as the removal of a rib was... Not something he ever thought he'd be involved in. Which makes him come up with what he says next, a neat little factoid that he thinks Ray will enjoy?

Who knows.]

You know that it's a myth that women have one more rib than men? They actually have the same amount of ribs.

[Random weird ass facts he knows, also leaving out the bible stuff because to him that's not important at all.]

[This is where she might normally make a soft noise of agreement, but as she is, she's too reluctant to budge on her position. The best she can allow is to just...not argue. Keep her grumbly thoughts to herself.

The switch in topic draws her attention, though there's a storm in her head as several things to say are fighting to make it out first. What will win -- ?]

I am aware of anatomy.

[To her, the concise comment is just -- concise. It doesn't occur to her that coupled with her flat tone, it would be easy to misinterpret as tired snapping. She's just had to be sparing in her words, since here she goes, continuing...]

I suppose it came about because there was a story where woman was born from man's rib? It is...absurd what people will believe...though I suppose that, as someone who has suffered delirium and delusions, I am less qualified to say so. [And -- ] Not all ribs are real. They are real, but...um...

[Rachel trails off, slowly blinking.]

I know... I mean, I assumed you'd know because the whole. Morgue thing?

[He does not take it as being snappish at all! Although he does feel a little silly about the whole thing now, as he lets her talk before she trails off and he just chuckles a little.]

I don't know, I'd think that might make you more qualified? But what do I know, I've never experienced such things before.

[She apparently thinks that over before ruffling her feathers and folding her wings again, as irritating and clumsy as it is on the side she's laying on.]

Though not always distressing...my experiences lead me to conclude that you should be grateful for that. Ah -- false ribs. Vertebrochondral, the eighth, ninth, and tenth...

[She sighs wearily and closes her eyes, attempting to draw his arm closer. It seems likely that she'll settle in as much as she can, if things continue like this.]

I desire more facts and plans. Your intelligence is soothing.

Edited (grammar and me remembering something very belatedly) 2023-07-09 18:44 (UTC)

[Listening to her talk is nice, this is nice, all things considered, and he nods at her stating that he should be grateful for not experiencing such things and then well... She wants more facts and plans, huh?]

Well, hm. For Leo's arm, I'm thinking of doing a harness attachment since that would allow for adjustments if he changes what kind of monster he is and also it's the least tech-dependant solution.

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