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I argue that I was being extremely careful then, too. You didn't know until what happened with Jude, did you?

Except something happened to Jude.

...Yes.

[ Looking out into the desert again. ]

That cure will be found, Alvin.

I know.

[a small frustrated sigh.]

Just wish I could do something more than watch over him.

[he looks at her again.]

So I'm putting it all on you, Naomi.

[no pressure or anything. but it does mean a few things, such as that he's at least trusting her and believing that she'll find something that will help him.]

Mm. When I find it, I'll contact you.

[ She doesn't really have a response, and her wine glass is empty. She doesn't want anything more, either. It feels a bit silly to have come all the way out here and open a bottle, even if it's all pretense. She feels as if they should be getting back to work and doing something. ]

I'll be waiting.

[on the other side, he personally doesn't mind just hanging out here and avoiding the crap they have to deal with. but that is kind of his nature. avoiding things. not wanting to deal with the bothersome though he'll do it anyway because he has to.]

But I guess I should start getting you back.

[and standing.]

--Wait. [ Aaand grabbing his arm.

.....

... ] No drinking and driving.

[ Might have been about to say something else, but eh. ]

[just. going to look at her. sadly he legit thinks that's what she intended to say all along because that's just so Naomi.]

Considering how we both had drinks, we'd have a problem. But I didn't have that much and I'll be fine.

[one bottle and one glass of wine? psh.]

Edited 2014-06-26 20:56 (UTC)

That's what they all say. But let me tell you that I was a trauma surgeon before-- [ Before. Yeah. ] Anyway, the accidents I've seen weren't pretty.

You're not driving my truck.

[and as if to prove himself, he actually vaults off the side of the truck to land perfectly on the ground.]

Neither of us will-- [ And he's vaulted. Just a look. ]

You're really going to be ignoring a doctor's advice? One who has more experience driving than you?

...Oh.

[he's coming around to her side, arms crossing over the edge to look up at her.]

Now I see what you're playing. You don't actually want to go back.

[ Nice try but HE'S NOT GONNA BAIT HER LIKE THAT.

But also, how can he be joking already at a time like this!! They were just talking about serious things, and not only that, this is a very serious topic! Traffic accidents are ranked up in the top ten causes of death, right after a number of upper respiratory diseases. Well, okay, maybe he doesn't know that and maybe it's different in his world, but to her, this is serious because--

Because. It's not just because she's seen situations like these before; she knows that he can very well handle this amount of alcohol. Yet thinking about it more, the prospect of seeing him drinking and drive and then things go bad is chilling. This is serious to her because he can die. Perhaps not realistically because if something went wrong she'd be able to help, but it's more worrying than she thought she'd ever admit.

So that feeling in tandem with that smirk of his that says he's just play-flirting with her and not taking something potentially deadly as serious-- ugh. Just. Whatever. She's going to move to get out of the truck. ] I don't want you to drink and drive because you can di--

[ Oops, heels. Falling now. ]

[it's Alvin. being able to crack a joke or tease, even half hearted ones, is something he can do on the fly. most of the time. that and he does find her worries unnecessary and her just being. well. her.]

Whoops—

[good thing he is nearby so he's quick to catch her.]

Now who's the unsteady one?

[implying that maybe she's the one that has questionable alcohol levels but he knows it's not. at least. he'd be really surprise if it really was because of it.]

[ ... ] Must you be like this?

[ Grumbles.

You can set her down anytime now. ]

No, but it's does make things a bit more entertaining. For me, at least.

[and he'll set her down, but he doesn't let go immediately. a second, maybe two or three longer than one might normally expect. but then he withdraws to start putting things back the way they were.]

[ It confuses her to no end that after everything she did to him, to Jude, to him knowing about her past, that he can be like this. And it drives that guilt deeper. When he's busying putting away thing, she speaks again. More softly, this time. ] I really am worried about you, you know.

[ Maybe drinking and driving isn't the main cause of that worry, but she's using it as an excuse. ]

[there's a small pause, but he doesn't turn around.]

You know I can take care of myself.

[ And going to his side to help put away things, though there is not much. She says simply, ] I know.

[no there really isn't. he kind of wishes there was because now it's a bit awkward. particularly now that he's getting the feeling that her concern is more than just about drinking and driving. but he's not sure what to think of it, if he should be thinking about it at all.]

Trust me, I'll be fine. And I won't let anything happen to you either.

[meaning just the driving or something else...]

[ And everything is ready to go. She moves away now. ] Well, let's head back.

You think it's safe for me to drive now?

[a wry look as he double checks the hatch is locked, everything is secure, and starts to move toward the driver side.]

[ She gets shotgun. ] Professionally, no. But there's no use arguing with you.

Finally learning.

[and once they're both in, he turns the ignition. back into the city they go.]

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