withastick | IC CONTACT POST

Yeah? Well that's dumb, and you're dumb for saying it.

[Because clearly, he was joking and just being an ass]

Gunny, I'm being serious.

[Look at this face. He was actually not kidding around for once, like he was right before he got kidnapped.]

It's not dumb. I don't want you to think that you have to go through with this because I'm your brother. You don't. This is just one option and Mordin can come up with others.

[That teasing grin that lit up her face just moments prior? Gone. It disappeared in a split second, replaced with a stoic anger reserved for that special kind of pissed off that only happened once in a blue moon.]

[Quietly, carefully, Gunny grabbed the ends of Joker's wheelchair's arms, bent down so her face was even with his, and, without batting an eye, slammed her foot down, just close enough to his to hopefully her following argument at least somewhat convincing:]

...You didn't feel that, did you?

What the hell was the point of that?

[He didn't think she'd actually made contact, because he would've felt the shock of it up, well, where he could actually feel. But the threat of it, even if she didn't go through with it, wasn't exactly something that he was thrilled about.]

It's the only way you'd take me seriously!

[It's not, but hey, 15-year-old logic WOOO]

And the point, Jeff, is that you're hurt. Badly. You're hurt and you're saying that it's okay if you stay like that, and it's not. It's not! Especially if I can do something to fix it!

[She tried really, really hard to hold back the waterworks, but damn those teenage hormones and those silly emotions. She did a pretty good job, too, at first, but as time went on her resolve slowly crumbled, her breath came in faltered, stuttering gasps and she eventually had to wipe away at her eyes and nose because hellooooo gross crying]

It's... it's not because you're my brother, and I don't care if it hurts or if it's gross or if it's dangerous. I just want to see you better.

Yeah, well, I care if it hurts or if it's dangerous. If you're going to get hurt trying to make me better, I'd rather stay this way and figure out something else.

[He grabbed her by the wrists in as firm a grip as he could manage.]

You're more important to me, Gunny, than whether or not I ever walk again, okay?

[She didn't agree, and the pout that creased her face made sure Joker knew it]

...Fine.

Sorry.

[Wow yeah way to kill that special moment they were having there.]

...Did you really break my foot?

[IT'S WHAT TEENS DO BEST BRO: UNGRATEFULNESS FOR THE LITTLE THINGS AHOY!!!]

What? No! Don't be dumb! I mean, I probably should because you're a big, fat jackass, but I didn't.

[She paused, considered Joker's hands still wrapped around her wrists, and folded her palms so her fingers caught his thumbs in a pseudo hand hold. Once she actually let herself simmer down (it never took long, her temper flares were always just that: strong and quick to start, but they fizzled out just as quickly), and also mulled over his words, she sort of understood his view better. She didn't like it, abhorred it, in fact, but she understood.]

[Gunny hiccuped before she answered, her voice considerably softer as she jumbled over her words]

I'm really sorry I got mad. I just... I want you out of that chair. And I know what you're saying, I really, really do, but Professor Solus wouldn't suggest whatever it is he's suggesting if it wasn't good, and he's one of the best doctors out there, and if he's giving you a chance, I want you to take it because who knows when the next one is gonna come along, you know?

Hey, hey, I'm not fat, I'm big boned.

[Because if anyone was allowed to make jokes about bones, it's him.]

[There was something in his expression that softened a little, though, as it only ever did around her.]

I'm not saying that it's gonna be a bust and I'm not saying it's a sure bet. Doc's good, but I'm not expecting miracles here, y'know? All I'm saying is if it's not what we're looking for, I'm reserving the right to veto.

Okay, but if I say I'm fine with it, then you have to trust me.

[She's protective of her big brother; more so now that he's all she has left. Gunny isnt even sure how long that would last, as it's painfully clear either of them could disappear at any time for one reason or another.]

[Seeing Joker in his chair and realizing that it was actually better than what could have been served as a harsh reminder of that.]

[It was also a sign of just how much he cared about her in return. She never doubted her brother's love nor his dedication, not for a second, but she also hated the idea of taking precedence over his own well-being. He deserved to be happy. He'd earned it. And she wasn't about to take that away from him.]

Please?

Edited (T-T-T-TYPOS) 2012-11-11 00:05 (UTC)

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