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[5ame_heart]

The bar is up one clone, still recovering from surgery and a night in the bacta tank.

Really, the only reason Fives limps into the bar today is to get away from Echo and his constant attempts to boost morale and be supportive and generally make Fives feel awful for running off on his own like that. He's aware that he runs the risk of people here making a fuss, but his back hurts again and he'd rather bee fussed over somewhere where there's cinnamon rolls and media to watch.

Fortunately, the light cloth scrub top he's wearing over his injured back with his usual black pants, don't make him look too much like he's wandered in from a medbay.

He makes a direct line towards the fireplaces, and the longest couch he can find, so he can at least lie down without bending his torso, and when a rat comes over he just asks for his feed interface and something he can drink from the bottle without sitting up.

See? He's fine.

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[makesthings]

Sameth should be asleep but he's been up too late in his workshop and when he finds Milliways, he shrugs as he can get some more time here.

Once he has some spiced wine, he heads to the fireplaces and as he sits down notices Fives on the other couch, "Comfortable?"

He's in a dirty linen shirt that's he's just tied up at his wrists again and with smudged dirt and grime on him.

[5ame_heart]

"Uh huh."

Fives, lying on his front, back straight, had been apparently staring into the middle distance while reading the feed, but he turns his head now to focus and grin at Sameth.

"A lot better than I was before spending the night floating in bacta. How're you doing?"

[makesthings]

"Not too bad. How did you get hurt?" Sameth's trying to figure out where Fives was hurt from his position.

[5ame_heart]

"Explosive."

Fives jerks a thumb over his shoulder at his back, covered by the thing fabric of his top but being carefully kept free from too much pressure.

"Seppies tried to blow up a mountain under a city. Managed to get it so they just blew up me instead."

[makesthings]

"Charter, that's awful. Glad that you're still in one piece," Explosions can do horrible things.

[5ame_heart]

"Me too," Fives says emphatically. He's not high enough rank to waste credits on prosthetics for yet.

He rolls onto his side - it's not too bad, really - to face Sameth properly. "Hey how did that arm work out for you? Did you get it working?"

[makesthings]

"A little but the Charter interfered with it. I was able to take it apart and get some ideas from it,"

Since the joints were clearly made for lasting a long amount of time.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Taking a nap?"

Having spotted someone he knows as he himself headed for the fireplace, Bucky circles around so that Fives can see him coming from a distance without having to sit up.

"Brave man. You're not worried the rats will draw on your face or anything?"

[5ame_heart]

"They're not gonna do worse to me than my brothers have already done."

Fives grins at him, shifting around to lie on his side for conversation. The movement is stiff, bvut primarily because he's still tight there.

"If you can nap in a crowded personnel bay during hyperspace, you can nap anywhere. But I wasn't napping, you're good."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I guess that's something."

He crosses to the seat across from Fives and settles there, eyes narrowing a bit at the way the other man moves.

"Things going okay?"

[5ame_heart]

"Yeah," Fives says, drawing out the vowel a little.


"Just got nearly blown up. All part of the job."

[nerves_of_ice]

"That part of the job sucks," he observes, giving Fives a careful once-over.

"You healing up okay?"

[5ame_heart]

"Yeah. One round in surgery, a night in the bacta tank. I'll be fine in a few hours."

Force bless bacta, really.

"I'm only here 'cause Echo was getting all mother-hen on me."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sure. He's fine. Totally fine.

Someone definitely sees how Fives enters the bar, however, and eventually a familiar figure is leaning on the back of the couch, a cinnamon roll on a plate in her hand.

"Need a pick-me-up?" she inquires lightly, rather than following her instinct to ask what in the lurid, multicolored hells happened to him.

[5ame_heart]

"Kriff, yes."

He doesn't even wince when he reaches over to grab the roll, moving around slowly to grin up at her.

"This will heal everything."

[sunbaked_baker]

"They're not magical," Sunshine protests, dry, though she is glad to see his good cheer. "What's left that needs healing?"

Since while her cinnamon rolls aren't magical, magic is something she can offer.

[5ame_heart]

"Not a lot."

He moves one hand over his head, grabbing the side of his head and cricking his neck in a stretch. He winces a little, but not too much.

"It's just tight from the night in bacta. Guess I wouldn't say no if you're offering, though."

[sunbaked_baker]

She can't exactly disguise how she visibly hesitates before replying, "Stiffness, aches and inflammation I can handle no problem, though you're going to want to still take it easy for a while. The healing takes just as much energy from you as from my magic."

She isn't going to heal her friend just for him to be sent back into danger that much sooner.

[5ame_heart]

Fives' expression turns thoughtful when she hesitates, but then shakes his head.

"Not a problem," he says. "Battle's over, I'm heading back to Coruscant soon anyway. Bound to be a couple of days to regroup before we ship out again.

"I appreciate it, I do. But don't feel obliged."

[awkwardbot]

When Fives’ feed interface came online, I went down to meet him. He didn’t usually stretch out on a couch that that way and, more significantly, didn’t usually wear scrubs.

“Hey Fives. Was it work-related?”

(Of course it was.)

[5ame_heart]

"I don't get myself blown up for fun."

He's a funny funny man, is Fives.

"Hey, SecUnit. You doing okay?"

[awkwardbot]

“It’s kind of funny under the circumstances that you’re asking if I’m okay.”

Also I don’t think I’m ever really okay, but there had been a significant absence of awful and terrifying things in my life lately, so that was nice.

[5ame_heart]

"I'm a funny guy. And I notice you didn't answer."

But it's acting dry and humourous, so Fives assumes it's about as okay as it usually is.

"And I'm doing great. A bit of recovery time and I'll be raring to go again."

[awkwardbot]

I didn’t want Fives to go again. He might not survive the next one. But I knew where that conversation would end up, if not exactly how it’d get there, so there was no point.

“Where’d you go and get yourself severely damaged this time?”

[5ame_heart]

"Ryloth," Fives says. "Remember I told you about it? Seppies had planted a bomb beneath the capital city."