Room 322, Sunday Night

[not_every_mage]

It had been barely more than 48 hours since Anders was last in this room, this safe space that was bright with Rapunzel's paints and littered with his own clothes and books. It felt like it might as well have been years. When he'd left, he could be flip about killing because he hadn't needed to do much of it, not enough to make it real. Now he'd done more than he had expected outside a war. (He didn't feel all that bad about it. Deep down, he wondered if that were a problem.)

In Rapture, he'd been fueled by potions and adrenaline -- too tightly wound by the situation to sleep, to rest, to eat more than a mouthful or so when they'd had the chance. It had gotten him through the horror of it all, and Nathan's pizza had helped dull the gnawing in his stomach. But now ... now he felt, all at once, as if he'd die on his feet if he didn't lie down immediately.

He took off his boots and sprawled on his bed. Drifting with his eyes closed, he imagined what would happen if he took the same crew back to Thedas.

The templars would never see them coming.

[OOC:Closed door, open post!]

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[not_every_mage]

"Good thing you only hurt your hand and not your legs, then," Anders said mildly. Honestly, between Eleanor's reddening cheeks and Joker's snicker, and the way they were both (un)dressed -- well, he didn't need anyone to draw him a diagram.

He reached for the hand. "Can I see? This might be easier if you sat on the bed."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Oh, bloody good idea," Eleanor said, guiding Joker into Anders' room somewhat carefully. She was essentially being his other crutch, now, or at least taking enough of his weight so that his legs didn't snap. And then, to figure out exactly how to negotiate sitting from standing.

"Don't mind him," she added. "He's taken rather more pain pills than he ought and he's a bit ..."

Well. Joker, but more so.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"I'm a bit awesome, is that what you're saying? Joker demanded. It sounded like she had been about to insult him, when she should be singing his praises. He held out his hand for Anders to see. "Look, it's just broken. Hurts like a son of a bitch, but it's not like I haven't broke my hand before." He gave Eleanor a big grin. "Not like this, though. This woman is so amazingly, wonderfully..." He cut off sharply, and had a bit of an internal debate. "...I tripped," he decided.

[not_every_mage]

"You tripped," Anders sighed, managing not to roll his eyes. It was bad enough to have people gooey in love around you when they weren't on the verge of an epic overshare.

He reached out and delicately took Joker's hand, evaluating the swelling with his eyes. "But it isn't too bad. If you're already on pain pills, I'll skip the potions and go straight to spirit healing."

He wished he could stop Joker's bones from breaking to begin with, but that seemed to be beyond the reach of any magic he could access. Still, it was something he might research next time he made it into the shop.

[OOC: NIGHT.]

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

The overshare was going to get Joker thwapped, shortly. Except not literally, because that might actually shatter his skull.

"Thank you," she said, "in advance. I wasn't -- I didn't mean to bother you. I know it's been a long weekend, for all of us."

[not_every_mage]

"It was," Anders said simply. The glowing orb of healing was already starting to form between his hand and Joker's, and that took most of his concentration. "But I felt like it was worth it for Grace and Louise, at least."

A pause. "And you're welcome. In advance."

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"Thank you so much," Joker told him, as he watched the glowing orb with rapt fascination. "And I'm sorry that we had to impose like this."

He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't going to ask. It was a horrible, horrible thing to ask. Okay, maybe he'd ask just a little. "Are you gonna be around later tonight? Just in case?"

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"No," Eleanor said darkly. "You're going straight to bed and we are not having this conversation here."

Could Anders maybe pretend that he was temporarily deaf? Or that they were speaking Portuguese. Assuming he didn't know Portuguese.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"To bed?" Joker asked, with a wild gesture that took his hand away from Anders for the moment. Make up your mind."

[not_every_mage]

"If you don't hold that still, it's not my fault if the bones heal crooked," Anders warned. "And you should be fine for normal activities, for what it's worth. In bed or out of bed."

To Eleanor, he added -- a touch mischievously -- "Try not to break him, please?"