[Mattias gawks at him. With all the bruises, all the cuts, he must be in pain. There's surely enough here to merit a visit to a clinic, if not a hospital. And yet the first thing that come to his mind is—]
Drinks? [Mattias laughs in shock, stepping back a moment before kneeling in front of him.] Oren. [He's laughing still, a bit more genuine.] Drinks are temporary. Your face is permanent. We can pick something up on the way back to—[to where? His room? Was that where this was all leading? Was this all part of some master plan? Mattias' chest tightens at the thought, smile faltering. The clinics would all cost money. A fortune, based on the prices all around. They wouldn't be able to afford it. There was the med lab back on the ship but that would only cause questions. Felix would know. Judge. Cause a fuss along with everyone else. Any other ship just felt... wrong.
They didn't really have choice.
He swallows tightly, stretching his smile back over his own nervousness.]—back to my room.
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Date: 2015-05-06 09:14 pm (UTC)Drinks? [Mattias laughs in shock, stepping back a moment before kneeling in front of him.] Oren. [He's laughing still, a bit more genuine.] Drinks are temporary. Your face is permanent. We can pick something up on the way back to—[to where? His room? Was that where this was all leading? Was this all part of some master plan? Mattias' chest tightens at the thought, smile faltering. The clinics would all cost money. A fortune, based on the prices all around. They wouldn't be able to afford it. There was the med lab back on the ship but that would only cause questions. Felix would know. Judge. Cause a fuss along with everyone else. Any other ship just felt... wrong.
They didn't really have choice.
He swallows tightly, stretching his smile back over his own nervousness.]—back to my room.