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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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"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?"

"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."

"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?"

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

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

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

"You healing up okay?"

"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."

"That's the one of your brothers who's the medic, right?"

He glances around for a waitrat.

"Let me guess - you sneaked out?"

"Yeah," he sneaked out, "But no, that's Kix. Echo is my batcher..."

He pauses, following Bucky's serach for a waitrat, trying to find a good word that will explain what a batcher is.

"...my best friend."

"Right, sorry."

A wry, understanding smile crosses his face as Fives explains, and Bucky nods.

"Best friends'll do that."

A rat across the room catches sight of them, and he lets out a quick whistle and waves. When it reaches them, Bucky starts to order, then pauses, studying the pattern in its fur.

"...you're Holly, right? The one Sunny introduced?"

Holly squeaks cheerfully at them.

Fives watches this, the phrase 'I didn't know they had names,' beginning to form in his mind before he realises what that says about him.

"You speak that too?"

"Not really," Bucky tells him. "I get a little, but mostly it's something about the intonation. Sunny's better at it, probably because of all the time she spends in the kitchen, but maybe I'll get there."

Holly's squeak conveys a sense of agreement that anything's possible.

"Can I get a cup of coffee, black, and -- Fives, want anything?"

"I'll take a caff," Fives confirms, nodding his thanks to Holly.

"Sunny - Sunshine? Rae?"

"Rae, yeah," he agrees, as Holly squeaks and dashes off. "I know that's her real name, but she's always been Sunny to me."

"Suits her," Fives says, and his smile is suddenly warm, ridiculously fond. And he chuckles.

"She fed my brothers once. Took a huge crate of goods back to the outpost we were stationed on. Echo demands I bring something back every time I come here."

"It really does."

In more ways than one, but that's not his story to tell. Fives may already know anyway.

He chuckles, just a little.

"Echo sounds like a smart guy."

Fives does. 'Basically a Jedi' is a category in which he includes a lot of women he's very fond of, but Sunshine is foremost among them.

"Smarter than me. He managed to avoid the whole 'bomb beneath the city' adventure, and I don't think he's ever going to forgive me."

"... that's always a good kind of adventure to avoid," he agrees, as a series of complicated emotions crosses his expression too swiftly to distinguish. It ends with something that's almost neutral, and very, very weary.

"Beneath a city? Targeting innocents?"

Fives' expression is wryly rueful, and he shrugs.

"That's the Seppies for you. If they can't have it, no one can."

Besides, killing thousands of clones isn't going to have an effect on the morale of the Republic, is it?

He mutters something under his breath in two languages, neither of which is the one commonly understood here.

"Did it go off? Or did you stop it?"

"Stopped it," he says, matter of fact over an almost hidden sense of relief. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "This was the incendiary meant to ignite the main fucker. By the time I was out of surgery they were nearly done getting that out."

"Good work," Bucky tells him, as Holly returns with their order.

Fives leans slowly over for his caf, thanks Holly directly, and gingerly returns to position.

"Yeah, not bad for a day's work. And I did some nice swordfighting. Practically a Jedi already."

"That something you want to be?"

He claims his own coffee and settles back in his seat as Holly waves a paw and heads away again.

"Ha, no." Fives laughs. "Couldn't if I wanted to be, anyway. We're not Force sensitive. You've got to be born with the ability to do any of that stuff."

"Ah, got it. Like mutations," he recognizes.