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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,181 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 6 2016, 08:01 PM Post #301 |
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Right. Gimme a second to stick it under the grill and then dinner is served. *then, poking his head back into the room as he walks,* Don't go anywhere! *and then he's off into the kitchen, opening the butties he made earlier and sticking them into the grill. It only takes three minutes for the cheese to start bubbling and the cooked bacon to start sizzling again - and then, slap bang, on a plate. Standing in front of Sam once more, Gene drops a plate in Sam's lap* 'Ere. Don't drool on the carpet. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 6 2016, 08:12 PM Post #302 |
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*Don't go anywhere? Sam huffs - where on earth should he go. Any attempt to walk would probably lead to him tripping over something or running into a wall. He leans back with a sigh, carefully resting his head against the backrest. This is surreal... Here he is, in his DCI's home. Waiting for his DCI to make him lunch. Ridiculous. Without really noticing what he's doing, Sam raises his hand once more to trace the scars that run across his face. Christ, they are so long... And as he traces them, he can almost feel it again. The claws, digging into his skin. And before that, the mad, red eyes of the beast. Sam shudders, sitting up just as Gene comes back inside. A moment later, the plate lands in his lap.* Oh - uh, thanks. *Sam looks down without really seeing anything. Part of that is the sunglasses' fault - but even if he took them off, it would still be too blurry. So Sam has no choice but to carefully feel for the butty, only to notice that it's too hot to be eaten right now. To pass the time, Sam asks* How long will you be staying? I assume you're going back to work soon? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 6 2016, 11:28 PM Post #303 |
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*prepared to put up with a burned tongue, Gene starts devouring his own sandwich, pausing when he hears Sam's question. Swallowing and then licking his fingers loudly, he replies.* At some point, yeah. But not 'til you know what's what around here. Don't wanna come home and find you've managed to walk into a cupboard and coat-hangered yourself to death! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 7 2016, 03:52 PM Post #304 |
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*Sam can't tell what it is - the exhaustion, maybe some lingering painkiller effects - but Gene's last words, the mental image they present, it makes Sam snort a suppressed laugh, and it takes a few moments before he's able to compose himself enough to say* That's, uhm, that's very kind of you. *sobering up a little (also because laughing hurts his side)* Just show me the bathroom and how I can get there, and I'll be fine. It's not like I can go explore every nook and cranny just yet. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 8 2016, 12:59 AM Post #305 |
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*secretly pleased that he's managed to make Sam smile - laugh, even - Gene smirks into his butty.* Lucky for you there's one downstairs. With your luck you don't want to be trying the stairs on your own! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2016, 06:57 AM Post #306 |
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*Again a smile tugs at Sam's lips, but there's a bit of a bitter note this time. His luck indeed... * You're probably right. *As he speaks, Sam reaches for his butty again, carefully feeling around until he thinks he's got a good grip on it. And then there's the challenge of actually getting it into his mouth... Even with his eyes open, everything is far too blurry to really make out anything - Sam can't even see the sandwich in front of him. God, he hopes he doesn't make a big mess. Carefully, Sam navigates the butty towards his mouth. And... It almost works. Sam does poke his cheek with the edge of the sandwich the first time around, but after a quick correction of course he finally manages to take a first, satisfyingly crunchy bite.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 8 2016, 09:51 PM Post #307 |
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*Seeing Sam at least a little bit happier - that's all Gene'd wanted. At least he's managing to make up partly for the mess he's inadvertantly been involved in. There's no need for sam to suffer any more than he has. At least he can keep him comfortable and safe here. Cramming another bite into his own mouth, Gene chews through his next sentence.* Don't think Women's Hour's on this afternoon, but I can leave the telly on if you want. Or the wireless. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2016, 09:57 PM Post #308 |
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*Sam stops chewing for a moment, considering this. The telly or the radio... ... He might finally hear his mum again. Or the doctors. They've all been suspiciously silent for the last few days... So Sam nods.* Radio would be nice. Thanks. *He'd feel stupid having to just listen to the television... No need to rub salt into the wounds.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 8 2016, 11:47 PM Post #309 |
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*nods, finishing off his lunch.* Okay. You wanna turn it off you'll just have to poke at it til it stops. *Sam has yet to finish his, so Gene leans back in his chair and watches Sam eat. He knows he should go back to work, but he can't bring himself to. Not just yet. And to be honest, he's not feeling so great himself right now. More than anything he just wants to drop into bed.* You gonna want taking upstairs to bed? Or you waiting in here til I'm back? I'll be gone at 5, so you won't be on your tod for too long. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2016, 06:49 PM Post #310 |
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*Sam takes his time with his own sandwich, mulling Gene's question over. Even though he's only just been released from hospital, he already feels exhausted again... Just hearing the word 'bed' makes him want to yawn, even though he should be tired of lying down.* ... it'll probably be for the best if I go lie down, yeah. *Gene says he'll be back at 5...? So that means... no, surely he'll just check in on Sam for a bit and then go to the pub. Sam can't imagine that Gene would voluntarily miss even an evening of drinking with the others.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2016, 11:42 PM Post #311 |
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Good. At least there isn't much havoc you can wreak while asleep. *Sam might be pleasantly surprised then! He's not about to let Sam lie there from now til he comes back from the pub. Besides. With the way his stomach's working and his head feels foggy, Gene's not exactly in the mood for a long night of drinking. He can have a scotch at home.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2016, 09:15 AM Post #312 |
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*Finally having finished up his butty, Sam's lips twitch into a wry smile.* Like coat-hangering myself to death, you mean? *He leans back, trying to feel whether Gene included a napkin with the sandwich as well - his fingers feel greasy...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2016, 12:43 AM Post #313 |
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*a napkin? What does Sam think this is, the Ritz? He can lick his fingers clean like everyone else!!* Yeah, exactly that. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2016, 11:50 AM Post #314 |
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*Giving up on his search, Sam (feeling somewhat awkward) does indeed start licking his fingers, then wiping them on his trousers.* Right. Er... upstairs? *The short moment of carefreeness is gone, and Sam is back to feeling awkward and out of place. He sets down his plate on the settee, inching forward afterwards to try and lever himself up.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2016, 07:22 PM Post #315 |
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*Dropping his plate on the sofa, Gene gets up with a grunt.* S'pose so. You'll be okay up there for the next few hours, yeah? If I stick the phone near you, put the radio on? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2016, 07:33 PM Post #316 |
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*Sam nods, if a little hesitantly.* ... yeah. You, uh, mentioned a cane as well? *If he needs to go to the loo, he'll need that...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 13 2016, 12:49 AM Post #317 |
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Ahh. One sec... *Gene moves round to the edge of the sofa, leaning down as far as he can and fishing about behind it - and a moment later he's nudging Sam's hand with the cane* There you go. Lucky I had one eh! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 13 2016, 06:05 PM Post #318 |
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*Sam follows the movement of Gene's shape as he moves around, waiting a little awkwardly - until he feels the nudge. He closes his hand around smooth, surprisingly heavy material... a cane, made of real wood apparently.* Oh - cheers. *It takes a little while to figure out how to lever himself up using the cane, but finally, Sam manages it with a grunt. Luckily his hands and arms weren't injured the way the rest of his body was... The stitches in his side pull uncomfortably as Sam falters slightly, trying to gauge just how much weight his bad leg will take. For a moment, he simply feels incredibly old and frail.* *with a slightly strained voice* Right... lead the way. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 15 2016, 12:03 AM Post #319 |
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*Lead? Gene'll do better than that. He takes Sam's free arm in a steadying grip and helps to keep Sam upright as he wobbles along. Just as they approach the stairs, Gene pipes up again. This is going to be tough. He'd better try and get a laugh out of Sam first.* You look like an old grandpa. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 15 2016, 10:36 AM Post #320 |
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*Oh - oh Gene. He's being so accommodating, that Sam feels nothing but gratitude well up inside him as they take step after step. He might still have his suspicions over how much Gene knows about the attack, but the fact that Gene is going out of his way to this extent to help Sam lays the worst doubts to rest for the time being. Sam does indeed huff at Gene's words.* Feel like one too. ... don't tell me my hair's gone grey, though. *It's a weak attempt at a joke, but it's something. And, not yet aware of the fact that they're arrived at the stairs, it's probably the most lighthearted Sam will get in the next few minutes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 16 2016, 12:08 AM Post #321 |
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*Gene's trying to forget the challenges Sam's out to him over the attack so far - he just wants to make sure Sam's safe in bed before anything else is brought up. And hopefully he can escape back to work before Sam even gets a chance to ask.* Alright, Mabel. One foot in front of the other - I'll tell you when we reach the top. Don't you dare fall down. *encouragingly, Gene tries to prompt Sam - steering him towards and up the first step.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 16 2016, 11:34 PM Post #322 |
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*Sam is confused for a moment - until he realises that they've arrived at the stairs.* ...oh bloody hell. *His lighter mood from earlier dissipates at the prospect of braving the steps - he doesn't even know how many... Nevertheless, Sam follows Gene's lead. No, it's more than that - he trusts Gene to lead him up this obstacle. Using the cane, Sam is able to anticipate the height and pacing of the steps as well, so he makes steady progress... But it's so slow, and so exhausting. After only a few steps, Sam's side is stinging, and the muscles in his bad leg are complaining as he has to shift his weight onto it time and time again. By the time they reach the top, Sam is breathing heavily, clutching onto Gene's arm to keep himself from collapsing entirely. Just one more step... Just one more... ... And then, Sam feels how his foot catches against the edge of the final step. His heart leaps into his throat as he feels himself topple forward. Shit, no, no--! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2016, 11:47 PM Post #323 |
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*It's slow going, making sure that Sam steps in the right places and doesn't slip - and Gene can tell how tired and disorientated all this movement is making him... But they're almost there....! But then--!* Shit!! *Gene grabs at Sam harder, trying to correct Sam's balance by compromising his own. Countering Sam's falling weight, Gene bends backwards and spins, pulling Sam back with him. Gene's back hits the wall hard, and he presses himself against it to steady them both, Sam gripped hard to Gene's chest. Breaths coming hard (that was CLOSE), Gene puffs out, * Jesus Christ!! Your legs fall off finally? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2016, 08:33 PM Post #324 |
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*For a few moments, the world spins and Sam has no idea what's happening - and then suddenly, he's pressed up against Gene's front. His hands have reached out automatically, clinging to Gene's arm and back, and Sam is panting against his chest. It takes Sam a little while to get his breath back and calm his racing heart. Finally, he gasps out* F-feels like it. *There's a need to apologise, and Sam knows he should pull back as well - they're not supposed to be THIS close when they're not fighting - but... Strangely, Sam finds himself simply not moving. Gene's bulk this close to him, his strong arms wrapped around him... Sam doesn't mind it. An memory flashes through his head - he was pressed against that beast's fur just the same, as it took him across the city, to the hospital. It felt even warmer. And it smelled... ... It smelled a bit like Gene. Sam takes a breath, somewhat startled by this thought. He still hasn't moved.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2016, 12:14 AM Post #325 |
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*As the adrenaline fades, Gene realises just how they're positioned. Almost in a hug. And oddly, Sam doesn't seem to be pulling away. He'd assume it's probably just because his legs are still wobbly, but it feels as though there's something more to it than that. Before the bite, Gene wouldn't have noticed. But now he can sense the small things. He's good at reading people. He can feel Sam's heart beating - read the rhythm of his breathing. And it doesn't show the fear he'd expect from being pressed up so intimately against his superior officer. Oddly, Gene doesn't seem to mind it either.* You, uh... You think you can stand up properly now? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2016, 04:55 AM Post #326 |
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*Gene's voice sounds soft as he speaks, completely lacking in aggression. It's that fact that makes Sam hesitate another moment, taking in their position and proximity. Somehow, it's the most calming thing he's experienced since this whole mess started. He knows, however, that they can't stay like this. Even if Gene is okay with it now, Sam doesn't want to overextend his good will.* ...yeah. *Slowly, carefully, Sam pushes himself away, until he's standing somewhat upright again, having his cane in a proper grip again. His other hand is still holding onto Gene's arm though.* ....uhm. Sorry 'bout that. *He sounds somewhat embarrassed, but the panic that should by rights be there... Isn't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 12:51 AM Post #327 |
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*It's strange, the odd calm that's descended over them both now. As though there's suddenly something in the air between them - something good. But Gene can't quite put his finger on it. Ignoring Sam's unnecessary apology, Gene starts them both moving again, slow and steady.* What was that, then? Better have just been the leg...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2016, 02:03 PM Post #328 |
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*Sam as well is aware of the atmosphere between them - it should be awkward, but instead, it seems like there's some kind of understanding... Something that Sam as well can't quite put a finger on. But his grateful for Gene's reaction, both in catching him and in keeping things so... Simple and normal. Sam nods in response to Gene's question, finally taking that last step.* Tripped up, I think. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 08:34 PM Post #329 |
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*Just a trip. Okay. Good.* Right, well keep those flippers of yours under control. *Making sure he's got a good grip on Sam, Gene starts to move down the hallway and towards the bedroom. It's at the end of the corridor, past Gene's own room. It's small - a single bed with a table beside it, a lamp, a window, a cupboard in the corner... Not much, but a lot better than Sam's flat.* Right. I'd tell you not to expect luxury, but since you can't see you can do me a favour and pretend it's the Ritz. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2016, 08:38 PM Post #330 |
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*snorts* Yes Guv. *It's a relief to finally be moving across normal ground again, and even more of a relief when they seem to enter a room (Sam thinks he can hear a door creak, and there's a different quality to Gene's voice as he speaks).* So long as there's a bed, I'll take it...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 11:51 PM Post #331 |
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Well, there's not much else in here, so you're in luck there. Bathroom's next door, I'm up the hall. *tries to steer Sam so that he can see or touch the edge of the bed* Got it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 21 2016, 08:45 PM Post #332 |
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*Sam nods* Got it. *Sensing that Gene is leading him towards the bed, Sam does his best to concentrate and make out his surroundings... And indeed, when he reaches out towards a vaguely square shape, his hand comes in contact with a soft surfaces that Sam identifies as the duvet within a moment. The prospect of lying down in an actual bed suddenly seems that much more alluring. Sam turns, carefully maneuvering himself until he manages to sit down.* Aagh... *It's half a groan of relief, and half of pain - his side is twinging, and his leg is complaining fiercely as well; so much so, on fact, that Sam's eyes are starting to water again, tears slipping down a moment later. Muttering a few choice words, Sam quickly reaches up to scrub them away - carefully, so as not to irritate the scars running across his face... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 21 2016, 11:17 PM Post #333 |
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*watching Sam climb stiffly onto the bed, Gene winces in sympathy. And there go Sam's eyes again...and his hand, rubbing across his scars...* I'll bring you a bog roll, stop your eyes from turning into rivers. No tossing off though - guest room rules. S'there anything else you want me to bring you? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2016, 08:42 PM Post #334 |
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*with an involuntary little snuffle* Cheers. *Sam starts to undo the buttons of his shirt - it'll be a relief to get out of that... The mattress beneath him feels a bit stuff, but still leagues better than his own rickety bed, and nicer than the hard hospital mattress as well. Sam finds himself quite looking forward to dozing in a bed that doesn't smell of disinfectant... Away from the beeping, hushed voices and footsteps in the hall. Suddenly remembering something, Sam looks up* Oh - you mentioned a radio... Is it in 'ere? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2016, 11:18 PM Post #335 |
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*Gene snaps his fingers, remembering himself.* Thats right. *He turns and disappears, his footsteps padding down the carpet ad he turns into the bathroom. A moment later he's back, tossing a loo roll onto the bed next to Sam and bending down to plug the radio in. Once it's plugged in, Gene sits it next to the lamp on the bedside table and flips it on, adjusting the volume to low.* What d'you want? Music? Chatter? Got 'em all at my fingertips here. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 23 2016, 07:36 PM Post #336 |
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*While Gene is gone, Sam manages to get out of his shirt, somewhat awkwardly (and definitely more sloppily than he normally would) folding it and leaving it on the foot end of the bed. He's slowly extracting himself from his trousers when Gene returns, and looks up with a somewhat flustered look on his face.* Music's perfect. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 23 2016, 11:26 PM Post #337 |
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*Sam needn't look flustered - Gene's very hard at work making sure that the radio's tuned in right. He's most definitely not tempted to look. Most definitely. Yes.* Right. There you go then. *He stands up properly, pressing one hand to his stomach awkwardly as he does so - there's that odd feeling again... He must be coming down with something....* Want me to leave you to kip then? Or d'you need a hand climbing in? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 24 2016, 05:52 AM Post #338 |
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S'alright, I can... *Suppressing a groan, Sam pulls off his trousers entirely, leaving them where they drop on the ground* ... I can manage. *He reaches for his socks, but stops mid-way down, realising that he can't bend down any further... Dammit.* ...uhm. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 24 2016, 08:57 PM Post #339 |
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*seeing Sam's struggle, Gene sighs, dropping his hand from his middle. Looks like Sam's still pretty hobbled....* Oh, come 'ere. *He moves over to Sam's front, bending down again onto one knee. Swiftly and efficiently, Gene whips each of Sam's socks off and tosses them into the corner. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 24 2016, 10:44 PM Post #340 |
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*This time, Gene's comment and reaction make Sam's ears grow hot. He shouldn't have expected anything else from his DCI - who's been so patient already - but... Still. It's already difficult to cope with his own weakness; having someone else watch and forcing then to step in is quite another. Sam mutters a quiet 'thanks' as he finally scoots up towards the pillow. His movements are stiff and slow as he gropes for the duvet. Next, he finally takes off the glasses, and after a but of feeling about he puts them down on what he assumes must be the night stand. And then, at last, he's able to lie down. The mattress feels like heaven,and Sam lets out an involuntary sigh as he settles down properly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2016, 12:11 AM Post #341 |
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*Gene stands again as Sam starts to shuffle up the bed. He'd help, but after pulling off Sam's socks he doesn't want to go too far, and tucking his DI into bed probably is just that little bit too much. Sam might not appreciate it. After Sam's settled down, Gene steps round to the side of the bed, peering down over him.* You need any eye drops or anything like that? Painkillers? Don't want you howling like a bloody dog halfway through the night 'cos I forgot to top up your meds. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2016, 05:09 PM Post #342 |
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*Sam perks up a little when Gene mentions the eye drops - Dr Bates told him to use them as often as he needs them, whenever his eyes feel dry... * ... I'll need eye drops, yeah. *And painkillers... * ... And the meds. I'm supposed to take 'em twice a day. *While he talks, Sam can't help but blink up at Gene - he's still unable to make out anything other than blurry shapes,but that doesn't stop him trying to see more. Suddenly he realises that he hasn't actually seen Gene's face since before the attack. Jesus Christ.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2016, 05:53 PM Post #343 |
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*Sam's blinking is pretty obvious - he's trying to see Gene's face. With how his stomach feels it's probably best that Sam can't see him, really!* Rightyho. *Gene turns and heads down the stairs, plodding back up with an armful - water, drugs and eye drops.* You want to do these yourself? *waves the bottle at Sam so he can see* If you're araid I might finish the job and poke an eye out. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2016, 08:01 PM Post #344 |
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*Knowing he'll want to administer the drops right away, Sam pushes himself back up a little so that he's half-sitting in bed. When Gene returns and waves the bottle in front of his eyes, Sam reaches out - and misses the first time.* Uh - *He wants to try again, but something is stopping him... * - y-yeah. I'll do it myself, ta. *Though Sam himself will probably be more likely to poke his eyes out than Gene... The thought almost makes Sam smile.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2016, 11:20 PM Post #345 |
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*Gene raises a sceptical eyebrow, but agrees anyway, letting Sam take the bottle from him. If Sam wants to try it himself then he can. With an uncomfortable grunt, Gene sits on the end of the bed and starts looking through Sam's painkillers, one hand pressed to his middle. Damn, he's quite envious of Sam at this moment. He'll have to go find some paracetamol himself at this rate. Must be the stress.... * Says here you've gotta take two, then another two six hours later. Hopefully shouldn't end up tripping the light fantastic. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2016, 02:30 PM Post #346 |
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*If Sam could see the pitiable state Gene is in right now, he would definitely remark on it. But as it is, he's too busy trying to open the little bottle in his hand. He does, however, notice how strained Gene's voice sounds... Odd.* Right. Hadn't pegged you as the type to follow instructions. *Not that Sam is complaining, it's just... Unexpected. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2016, 09:12 PM Post #347 |
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*shrugs, as though Sam'll be able to sense it. The truth is, he's not willing to gamble with Sam's health. Not when he already feels partly responsible for this in a way. What the doctor says, goes.* Well then think of it a different way - I'm not following instructions, I'm giving them. *shakes the tablets at Sam* Take two. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 29 2016, 07:09 AM Post #348 |
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*can't help but smile for a moment* Yes Guv. *Finally having opened the little bottle, Sam starts feeling for the pipette. He remembers the instructions Bates gave him, so that shouldn't be a problem... What worries him is his aim. He feels for his eye, then raises the pipette, doing his best make out the little object as more than just a blurry dot. Sam hesitates for a moment longer, lowering his hand again - just to make sure he's aiming at his eye, not his nose or something - and then finally gives it a go. The droplet hits his forehead.* ... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2016, 11:42 PM Post #349 |
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*Gene watches Sam's failed attempt with a deep, theatrical sigh. He's not really annoyed though - he knew he'd have to take over.* Right, give it 'ere before you spray it all over the place. *He steps forward, grabbing the bottle from Sam and looming over him.* Don't you blink on me! Ready? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 31 2016, 09:04 AM Post #350 |
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*Sam has no choice but to let Gene take over - even if it makes his cheeks burn again. He'd been hoping that he'd be able to do at least some things on his own... But he can't even administer his own meds. His pulse speeds up slightly as he stares up at Gene - is this going to work...?!* Uhm- *He reaches up, prying the eyelids of one of his eyes open a little further. If he can help just a little bit... * -- ready. *Hopefully.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 31 2016, 11:38 PM Post #351 |
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*neatly and quickly, Gene drops the solution into Sam's eyes, closing the bottle afterwards.* There. Now blink it in, get those peepers working. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2016, 08:21 AM Post #352 |
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*Gene needn't tell him - the moment the droplets his his eyes, Sam squeezes them shut with discomfort. He's surprised and grateful that Gene managed to do it this neatly, but now his eyes are burning and overflowing again, and all in all Sam feels that his humiliation is complete.* Jesus Christ... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2016, 12:18 AM Post #353 |
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*seeing the tears, Gene leans over and grabs a handful of tissues from the nearby box, shoving them into Sam's hands. He makes a joke - Sam would be surprised if he didn't - but he keeps his voice gentle. * I know, I know, I'm magnificently generous but there's no need to cry about it! Once you've mopped yourself up, we'll get these pills down you and you can get some proper rest at last. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2016, 09:55 AM Post #354 |
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*Gene's tone of voice doesn't escape Sam's notice, even as he reaches up to press the tissues to his eyes.* Oh joy. *He sniffles a bit, lifting the tissues away and trying to blink his eyes open again. If everything was blurry before, it seems even worse now - Sam can still feel moisture slipping down his cheeks, forcing him to close his eyes again. Still, he wants to get this over and done with, so he extends a hand to signal Gene to give him the pills.* Go on then... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2016, 11:33 PM Post #355 |
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*Gene looks down as he drops the pills into Sam's hand - Not that Sam would be able to see him staring, but best not to anyway. Following the pills, Gene hands the glass of water over* Down the hatch! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 3 2016, 09:28 PM Post #356 |
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*Unaware of Gene's efforts, Sam does his best to get this over with as soon as possible - pills in one hand, glass of water in the other, it works much better than trying to administer the drops by himself. Sam drinks down all of the water before handing the glass back to Gene, trusting that he'll take it.* ...thank you. *Finally Sam can relax a little... This whole ordeal has left him exhausted.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2016, 11:57 PM Post #357 |
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*Gene takes the glass, placing it down on the bedside table.* No problem. Now, you gonna settle down, get some shut-eye while I go finish up at the office? *He doesn't want to leave Sam, but it won't be for long...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2016, 08:22 PM Post #358 |
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... Yeah. Yeah I will. *Strangely, it feels like he's a child again, having to stay alone for a little bit with mumps while his mum goes out to get some groceries... Taking a quick breath, Sam shakes himself out of this strange mix of nostalgia and longing.* Uhm - no need to hurry. I'll be - I'll be fine. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2016, 11:33 PM Post #359 |
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'Course you will. As long as you stay right there and sleep like you're supposed to. And if you wake up, you count sheep' til you're unconscious. *Gene adjusts the volume on the radio, tuning it in to a low volume, enough to sleep to. Then, he turns and gives Sam one last look. The scars, the pallor of his skin, his damp eyes... Yeah, sleep is definitely what he needs. And the longer Gene stays here the longer it'll be until Sam's getting the rest he needs.* Back in a bit. *then, almost too quietly to be heard, Gene utters three more words under his breath.* Sleep well, Gladys. *and with that, Gene's gone. ----------------- A few hours later, Gene's unlocking his door (he'd locked it just in case Warren decided to come sniffing) and walking through the doorway, hanging up his coat and throwing his jacket into the living room. He calls out, to let Sam know it's him, he's safe.* Oi, Sammy Boy. S'me, I'm back. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 6 2016, 06:10 PM Post #360 |
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*Sam's lips twitch into a little smile at Gene's matter-of-fact tone of voice. Well, who is he to talk back to the Guv, eh? Sam knows which fights to pick, and this isn't one of them. Not when he really is looking forward to a nap.* Yes, Guv. *He settles down a bit more - and over the soft rustling of the duvet, Sam almost misses the words. "Sleep well, Gladys." Sam freezes, but Gene is already gone. ... Huh. A warm, fuzzy feeling budding in his chest, Sam exhales softly. He doesn't want to close his eyes yet, hoping it will help them adjust and recover, and so he's left staring up at the ceiling, and sometimes letting his gaze roam across the room. The music is soft and comforting, keeping Sam's mind from going into overdrive. All he truly thinks about is how Gene seems to have... Changed. Before the attack, Sam wouldn't have bet on his superior doing anything to come to his aid, not with how they had clashed over Warren. But now... It makes sense in a way Sam doesn't quite understand. From there, Sam's thoughts drift back to the fact that Gene seems to know more than he lets on. He's going to have to dig deeper on that matter... But not until his eyes are recovered. Circling like this, Sam drifts off to sleep after a few hours. When Gene gets back, he is fast asleep, neither hearing the door close nor Gene's voice.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 06:27 PM Post #361 |
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*Hearing no reply, Gene frowns. Sam can't still be asleep, surely? Though he was exhausted... Maybe he is? Quietly he moves up the stairs, not wanting to wake him up if he really is asleep. * Sam? *gently he swings the bedroom door fully open, revealing Sam, still out cold and tucked up in bed. Well. At least nobody's snuck up here and taken him!! Standing over him, Gene can't help but think how much like a little kid Sam looks like this... Snuggled down in the blankets, sleeping soundly. Apart from the angry slashes across his face he looks completely peaceful. Gene sighs, another stab of guilt and concern hitting him. Sam should have never been introduced to this dark world. He should be living in ignorance still, intact and... Well.... As happy as Sam ever gets. Without realising what he's doing, Gene's hand slowly extends, his fingertips brushing the side of Sam's face, just missing his scar* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 06:33 PM Post #362 |
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*Sam's breathing remains deep and calm, even as Gene's fingers make contact with his skin. For once, he's granted a dreamless sleep, undisturbed by voices or girls in red dresses. And Gene's presence even seems to support that, instilling Sam with a subconscious feeling of comfort and safety.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 06:38 PM Post #363 |
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*Gene withdraws his hand as soon as he realises, but he needn't worry - there's nothing. Sam doesn't seem to notice. Thank god. Wearily, Gene eases himself down onto the edge of the bed, perching there. He could tell Sam. Right now. He could tell him everything. Spill it all. And nobody would hear. It's so tempting... But instead, he exhales slowly.* M'sorry you got caught up in this. Y'were never meant to see... 'this'. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 07:17 PM Post #364 |
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*Still no sign of waking up from Sam. He exhales a bit more deeply than before, moves minutely in his sleep, but then settles down again. Gene's voice registers as a soothing background noise.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 08:09 PM Post #365 |
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*Gene watches Sam for a moment longer. Still nothing.* ... I wanted to tell you, y'know. Somehow you make me want to tell you things I'd never normally tell any other bastard alive. *He sighs again, looking down at his hands before looking back at Sam again, to check he's not awake. Sam may MAKE him want to spill the beans, but he can't. It's too dangerous. So he speaks it mentally instead. I'm trying to protect you. * Edited by Gene Hunt, Aug 7 2016, 08:09 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 08:26 PM Post #366 |
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*At this, Sam gives a soft, unconscious grunt, moving his head to the side slightly, facing Gene. He's still asleep, but something about the silence, the unspoken words, seems to be stirring him...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 05:54 PM Post #367 |
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*Gene shifts, sensing Sam's subtle movement. Is he waking up? Or did he... Is he just moving? Startled suddenly that Sam may have actually heard what he's been saying, he says again in a hushed voice, * Sam? You awake? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 05:58 PM Post #368 |
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*Sam doesn't understand the words, but he hears Gene's voice, quite clearly. His attempt to say something comes out as a groan, his features shifting into a slight frown. He'd been sleeping so well, but now that he's picking up on Gene's presence, he's being pulled out of the comfortable embrace of unconsciousness and darkness.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 06:20 PM Post #369 |
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*unaware that he's pulling Sam out of his comfortable slumber, Gene continues. He wants to make sure that Sam's okay after all. He also needs to know if he's hungry - Sam's still healing, he needs the energy to help with that.* Oi, Sam. Wakey Wakey! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 08:29 PM Post #370 |
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... Mmmmph. *Sam squeezes his eyes shut a little bit tighter, then blinks them open. He sees... ... Nothing. Sam blinks again, but the darkness merely becomes a murky sea of various shades of grey, black and brown. His voice husky both with sleepiness and sudden insecurity, Sam murmurs* ... Gene? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 08:51 PM Post #371 |
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*'Gene?' that's something he wasn't expecting to hear. He's too used to hearing his formal title for it to feel normal. And had they been in front of the team, Gene'd give Sam a dressing down for it. But Sam's sleepy and they're in private. This isn't a moment between colleagues, it's a moment between friends. So he'll let it go.* Yeah, s'me. Now look alert. I'm checking if you're okay, here. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 08:54 PM Post #372 |
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*Sam blinks again, his eyes moving as he tries to locate where Gene is. And there... That blob... That's him, right? Sam's eyes narrow, but it's no use... It's not getting better. And then he's distracted by his own yawn. Only after that done is he able to actually reply.* .... M'fine. *Unthinking, he raises his hand to rub at his eyes - and shies back with a soft hiss as the motion upsets the still healing slashes.* Shit--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 09:16 PM Post #373 |
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*Oh damn! Gene was too slow there. Quickly he grabs at Sam's wrists and guides his hands away from his face.* 'Ey! Watch out with that! Here- *He takes the sunglasses from the bedside table and slides them onto Sam's face. A protective barrier between his eyes and anything he can hurt himself with* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 09:24 PM Post #374 |
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*Sam inhales sharply as he suddenly feels Gene's grip on his wrists, and for a moment there's fear and the urge to pull away - But then, cool metal slides past his cheeks, and a moment later he feels the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. That's... That's unexpectedly kind.* *his tone betraying surprise, embarrassment and actual gratitude, Sam murmurs*... Thanks. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 09:26 PM Post #375 |
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*Gene grunts in response, not willing to acknowledge that Sam realised he'd done a nice thing.* You want some dinner? You're due some more painkillers so you should probably get something in that stomach. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 09:39 PM Post #376 |
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Er... Yeah. Sure. *There it is again - Gene's actions say one thing, his words and tone of voice another. It leaves Sam confused and somewhat irritated, though he's too disoriented and sleepy still to act on it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:37 AM Post #377 |
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*Sam sounds unsure, but Gene's already decided. Food it is.* Right. I'll be back up in a sec then. Try not to poke your eyes again while I'm gone! *and with that, Gene's off downstairs. There's a bit of clattering from the kitchen for a few minutes and then Gene's heading back upstairs with two plates in hand.* Hope you like cheese on toast. At least it be easy to shovel into your gob half blind. Put some leaves and things on yours, so you can't complain. *holds one plate out for Sam to take* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 11:42 AM Post #378 |
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*Before Sam is able to respond, Gene is gone. He leans back into the pillows with a little sigh, tired blinking up at the ceiling. His vision is slowly returning to showing him different blobs and shades of grey, with a few specks of colour (is that the sun shining in through the window?), but that first moment after waking up... The spike of fear that he was still blind, or blind again... Sam's heart gives a painful thump at the memory. Hopefully that won't escalate... He'll need to remind himself every time it happens... Lost in thoughts like this, it seems like barely any time passes before Gene is back, the mattress dipping with his weight. Sam can just about make out Gene's shape, and with a good bit of guessing he manages to actually grab the plate and pull it close to his chest. He hesitates though.* Leaves and... Things? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:44 AM Post #379 |
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*Gene shrugs, picking up his own toast with his fingers and taking a large bite.* Yeah, y'know. The things you always eat with leaves. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 11:48 AM Post #380 |
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... *Sam stares down at his plate - Gene's words don't exactly instill him with confidence... But he can't make out any details apart from a square shape on a white fuzzy circle. So, with a silent prayer, Sam picks up his toast and takes a careful bite. And, after a few seconda of chewing, gives a sound of surprise.* ... Tomatoes? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:50 AM Post #381 |
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*chewing through his words, Gene nods.* Yeah, them. *halts a moment, watching Sam carefully.* ... That alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 11:53 AM Post #382 |
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*There's something about Gene's tone of voice that makes Sam smile.* ... Yeah. It's delicious. *And he takes another bite, far more enthusiastic this time. He's properly enjoying his dinner!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:56 AM Post #383 |
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*Gene doesn't say anything, but Sam's approval makes the edges of his mouth twitch. He finishes off his toast with another large bite, swallowing it down with a gulp. Licking his fingers, he asks,* So. How's the face? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 12:03 PM Post #384 |
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*Sam takes the toast more slowly, so by the time Gene asks his question, he's in the middle of a bite and takes a moment to respond* Mh- it's fine. Apart from the obvious. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 12:04 PM Post #385 |
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*leaving the plate on his lap, Gene leans back a little, resting on his hands.* And your sight? Can you see my ugly mug any better yet? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 01:07 PM Post #386 |
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*Sam looks up reflexively. Gene still isn't much more than a shape... Though he thinks that he can make out a shade of green - is is that a new shirt he's wearing...? Swallowing down his final bite, Sam shakes his head.* No change. ... It's not even been a day though, so I suppose that's not surprising.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 01:28 PM Post #387 |
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*No change... Gene can't help feeling disappointed even though logically he knows it's going to take time.* Ahh, well. Plenty of time for it to improve. By the end of the week you'll be pointing out all the crumbs on the carpet I'm sure. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 01:30 PM Post #388 |
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*Sam's lips pull into a little smile.* So now's your chance to do the vacuum cleaning. *How Gene keeps managing to pull him out of his mood, Sam probably will never know. For now, he's simply grateful. He puts down the plate on his outstretched legs.* Thanks for the food - it was really nice. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 05:14 PM Post #389 |
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*Gene snorts at the vacuuming comment - he'll give that to Sam as a task to do one his eyes are healed. It's only fair after all!! Sam's thanks are happily accepted, though - and Gene picks up the plate, piling it on top of his own.* 'Course it was. I don't let many people sample my world-class culinary skills, so you should feel honoured. Edited by Gene Hunt, Aug 9 2016, 05:16 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 05:35 PM Post #390 |
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*Sam's smile widened.* I'll make sure to praise the gods and thank them for this incredible opportunity. *He pauses, leaning back against his pillows a little more to get more comfortable. Then, he asks the question that really has been burning on his mind.* What's happening at work then? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 08:01 PM Post #391 |
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*at work... Now, even though Sam's entitled to know everything, Gene isn't sure how much to share. He knows so much, it's hard to know what exactly keeps his story straight.* Well... Everyone's running round like headless chickens, for a start. Trying to find out what happened to that pretty face of yours. Not much progress, m'sorry to say... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 09:14 PM Post #392 |
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*For some reason, Sam's brain dwells on "that pretty face of yours" for a moment longer than it technically should. Trying to ignore the slight heat creeping up his face, Sam presses on* No animal sightings? Something escaped from a zoo, or...? *Because even though Sam remembers clearly that whatever he saw wasn't an animal he'd ever seen before, he has to be entirely certain... It was dark, after all... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 09:43 PM Post #393 |
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Nope, nothing. No dogs loose, no lions... Not even a bloody rabid cat. *He shrugs, getting up off the bed. This isn't something he can go into too much, or Sam'll twig. He just needs Sam to believe the trail's gone cold.* You want anything else? Might have a choc-ice in the fridge? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 10:02 PM Post #394 |
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... *After a moment of silence, Sam sighs. This... Isn't what he'd hoped Gene would say. Plus, Gene sounded nothing like he did a week ago in the hospital... Shit. If Sam's missed his chance to grill him on what he knows.* ... No, you're alright. I'll, uh... I'll just take the meds now. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 10:06 PM Post #395 |
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*Phew... Gene's gotten away with that one. Taking the opportunity, Gene turns and walks from the room, calling back as he does.* Right you are. Back in a minute. *a few moments later, Gene's back and instead of plates he's holding a fresh glass of water. He rummages in Sam's stash of meds and offers them out.* Here. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 10:11 PM Post #396 |
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Cheers. *Taking the painkillers is a matter of just a few seconds this time. Afterwards, handing the glass back to Gene, Sam doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He's alone with Gene now... What do they talk about? Does he even try and strike up a conversation?* .... So, uhm... Off to the pub? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 09:31 AM Post #397 |
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*The pub is tempting... But there are multiple reasons why he's already turned the team down on that offer tonight. He doesn't want to leave Sam alone, not again. And he himself still isn't feeling one hundred percent. He must be coming down with something... And he'll need to fend it off of he's going to help Sam get back on his feet quickly. * Naah. Haven't you heard, I've got a babysitting job. *smirks and slaps Sam's good leg to demonstrate his point* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 09:40 AM Post #398 |
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*That catches Sam by surprise - his eyes behind the sunglasses widen and his lips part slightly.* ... Oh. *That's... Uncharacteristically kind of Gene. Although, with everything that's happened, how can Sam claim to really know how his Guv's mind works? He's an enigma, constantly tripping Sam up with his behaviour.* I'm... I'm afraid I won't be terribly good company, though. M'not allowed any alcohol. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 09:42 AM Post #399 |
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Don't worry about it. I can get ratarsed and tease you, that's a good night's entertainment for me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 09:52 AM Post #400 |
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