[ Everything's not okay, and that's why they both don't think about it too deeply. Everything is not today, and all of this is so fucked up from start to end that if Mako had been given time to think about it, she'd never stop laughing.
It's a mess, all of it, but at least she's patched herself up, her shirt discarded so prevent the cloth from slipping into the wound while she's getting shit done. When he comes back with her tea, she's more or less ready, and they just -- they need to get rid of the body, and move. ]
...I'm fine. [ She'd even had the time to wash her hands. Blood-free and clean, now. Mako pauses, and takes the cup from him. ] ...And you? Are you okay?
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It's a mess, all of it, but at least she's patched herself up, her shirt discarded so prevent the cloth from slipping into the wound while she's getting shit done. When he comes back with her tea, she's more or less ready, and they just -- they need to get rid of the body, and move. ]
...I'm fine. [ She'd even had the time to wash her hands. Blood-free and clean, now. Mako pauses, and takes the cup from him. ] ...And you? Are you okay?