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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker rolls his shoulders and scans the room. He's wearing long sleeves and smells faintly of hospital. He's hurt. He's here.

He wonders if it's a theme.

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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence knows hospital smell, but most people do.

He arches a brow at Parker and sits down next to him with two glasses of whiskey. Expectant.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Why Lawrence, are you trying to get me drunk?" Dry. Amused. Something familiar between friends.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"It does tend to end favorably on my end, from what I remember. But alas, I've no such trecherous thoughts at the moment."

He takes a sip of his drink. "You smell like sickness." Even someone with a mediocre human nose can tell it. Stale antiseptic.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker pulls up his shirt sleeve carefully, there's a long white bandage across his forearm.

"Did something stupid. Got hurt." He waves a hand to the bar. "Probably could use the break."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"How stupid?" Can't be stupider than really thinking you could pass as an Arab in a Turkish city.

Seriously. He moves his hand over to run across the bandage.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Not monumentally. I've done worse," he laughs. Like once, with glass and thinking he could outsmart the mob. "How're you?"

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"So have I, I suppose."

He smiles. "I am all right. Perhaps next time you would like some help."

There's an arched brow.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Pursing his lips, Parker presses his hand to his side. Reminding him of the pain.

"Lawrence. We haven't really talked about what I do." Parker looks serious. "I don't really think it'd be your... cup of tea."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"Well, I suppose it would be best then to tell me what you do."

He watches him press his hand to his side. "All right, Parker?" His gaze drifts over to the other's wound.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"You're hurt."

From next to him, a familar face.

"How bad?"

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

He exposes one of the bandages, the one running from wrist to elbow. "Not the worst. Just... Not great. It feels a little distant right now. Morphine," he explains.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Right."

Her eyes are sharp and worried, because she's spent far too much time in the war trying to help the girls.

"You want to sit down? I can grab you something from Bar."

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker grins, says, "Pretty girl offering me a drink?" His eyes take the leer out of his words. "That'd be nice."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"She is indeed."

Rolls her eyes. Because she knows what he did with Lawrence.

"Right. Name your poison. And anything else, healing, that sort?"

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"No," he pats the bandage as evidence. Lightly. "Just got fixed up in my world."

"Beer?" he asks.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Still doesn't make it better."

And she knows, oh, she knows.

"Sure."

Moves quickly, purposfully over to bar, and returns with a beer for him and coffee for her. When she hands him the drink, it's likely not a surprise that her hand rests over his for a second, cold as ever, worrying.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker accepts the touch, it's interesting, the difference in skin temperature. He smiles a little, trying to comfort her back. He tries to see it as not quite sympathy. Still.

"I'm really fine. I do stupid things all the time. Not really a huge deal. How're you?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom comes up behind him as is sometimes his wont*

Hey.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker tries not to startle. Turns slowly and smiles it's strangely bright. "Thom."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

That's my name.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Suits you," Parker says. "Short. To the point. A hidden extra letter."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He half-smiles.* Not short for Thomas, either.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to keep calling you that," Parker threatens. "Much more formal."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You're into formality?

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Parker raises an eyebrow. "Do I look like I am?"