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[onlyoneof]

[SHOOTING LINCOLN IN THE FACE.

I mean.

This post is for journal threads]

Comments

[onlyoneof]

Magic.

Personally, I'm a lot more comfortable working with drugs.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

You realise what this sounds like.

[onlyoneof]

Probably not. Listen, this is as safe as things can possibly be under the circumstances and I wouldn't have done it if Lincoln hadn't asked.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

He asked you to do this.

[onlyoneof]

... and you don't believe me. That's alright, you can talk to him as soon as he wakes up.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Great. Mind if I stick around?

[onlyoneof]

You don't really want to stay here watching me for the next eight hours.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Who says I'm watching you?

[onlyoneof]

Lincoln's not pretty enough to hold someone's attention for eight hours while he's asleep.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Maybe in your opinion.

[onlyoneof]

[pffft]

You know what? Be my guest. You can have the other bed too.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Great.

[perches on the edge of it, WATCHING LINCOLN]

[onlyoneof]

[well, I guess I can spend eight hours pretending I'm not watching you]

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

[what a fun night]

[onlyoneof]

[the best]

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

[slipping out sometime in the morning to get coffee]

[onlyoneof]

[sometime after I bring breakfast and this way we WIN AT CONTINUITY]

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

[NO PARALLEL UNIVERSES HERE. knocking on the door]

Lincoln?

[skepticalities]

[opens the door, hair still a bit rumpled from SLEEP GLORIOUS SLEEP.]

— hey.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Coffee?

[skepticalities]

That'd be great, thanks.

[steps outside, closing the door to his room. :x]

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

Is Peter Bishop still in there?

[skepticalities]

Yeah, he lives there. He's sleeping right now, though.

[cortexiphowned.livejournal.com]

You wanna put this somewhere he'll see it?

[three coffees, wowwww]

[skepticalities]

I— can do that, yeah. One second.

[takes a coffee and steps in, setting the coffee down on the nightstand by Peter's bed. he steps back out and quietly shuts the door.]