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    Cobb gestures to the other side of the booth, crutch hanging from one forearm. “You mind?”

    “The opposite,” Din admits, and it’s worth the way it makes him feel off-balance for how it lights Cobb up like a twin sunrise. And Din, he hurts, something fierce and raw from the ride here, the fight on the Imperial ship, the way he cut himself out of a monster on this very planet, some self-engineered resurrection; he’s unused to an ache that could ever feel good, but there it is around his heart, squeezing with a pressure that feels more safe than it does oppressive.

    (Can be read as a stand-alone.)

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    The first time Rufus comes over after… well, just After, something about consulting a certain grimoire that Bobby’s 80% sure is just an excuse to check on him without getting run off, he looks at the wheelchair and scowls.

    Bobby is pretty damn used to receiving that response, at this point, so he figures that’s all there is to it until two weeks later, when he opens his front door to a familiar silhouette, one hand on a cigarette and the other on the back of a chair that’s pretty much the damn antithesis of the one Bobby’s sitting in now: low back, no armrests, dark green accents on the wheels and casters.

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    Half the time, Sam thinks he wouldn’t know what to do with Gabriel if he got his hands on him, like it’d unmake instead of fulfill him. Everybody’s got a God-sized hole in them, the pastors at the youth groups he went to in eight different states always said, and while they would probably keel over dead if they knew he was interpreting it like this, it makes a certain kind of sense: he’s had everything he wanted and then fallen to pieces trying to live without it once, and he hadn’t wanted Jess like this, vicious and volatile enough as it is. 

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    Harvey hasn’t changed a bit in the past nearly six years, but Nick’s want still catches him by surprise.

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    Eddie tilts his head. “I mean, there’s kinda something inherently queer about saying hit me again. I can take it.” He does this last bit in a slightly deeper voice, emanating from somewhere within his chest. Steve supposes he should be flattered; it’s certainly a step up from Dustin’s impression. “Speaking from experience, of course,” he adds, and Steve wonders—

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    “Jesus,” the guy at the door says, and she bets he’s not gonna get a lecture from Steve for wearing a denim vest and long pants, black ones, in the middle of August. “What is—uh.” He seems to process the fact that a very frazzled Steve Harrington is standing on his doorstep with a fourteen-year-old in a swimsuit with ice packs in her armpits. At least she isn’t wearing a fucking bikini.

    “Hi,” Steve says, rushed to the point of only barely not qualifying as panicked, “Medical emergency. Do you have a bathtub?”

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    “I’m going to ask you a stupid question now,” Trent says.

    “Ain’t no such thing,” Ted says, already putting his I’m Listening face on: eyes widened, eyebrows raised, almost comically attentive. Trent loves him so much it hurts. “Hit me.”

    He puts it as bluntly as he can; in some perverse way, he wants Ted to be offput, wants to be proven right by his flinch. More than that, he doesn’t think he could survive something a centimeter more vulnerable. “Will you still want to shag me when I’m bloody bald?”

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    Baze dips the needle and inserts it with a steady hand, over and over, and between Bodhi’s shoulder blades, the mixture of crushed kyber and ash sings. The wings unfurl on either side of the incision, black as space, just wider in all than the palm of his hand.

    “The resurrection-bird,” Chirrut says, nodding his head in approval. “That which cannot be tamed, so fierce that even the wingmaws do not dare to disturb its corpse, for fear it will stir and scratch out their eyes.”

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    On good days, he counts the cracks of his joints, listens for a pattern. He wonders if Fibonacci did not know more of arthritis than Galen.

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    No warrior worth their salt walks limpless. 

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    There are three constants in Gomez’s life: pain, tax evasion, and Morticia.

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    In a different century, this sort of thing would’ve meant you were a god, or at least a miracle. As it is, you’re just a guy with his own grave dirt under his nails.

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    When people ask how they got together, they say they met at work. They don’t say that Newt knocked way too loudly on Hermann’s door the day after they stopped the world from ending and said, “My eye has been fucking with my depth perception, which might just be worse for me because I’m the idiot who Drifted via upcycled garbage twice, but just in case, I figured it’d make using your cane harder if you were experiencing that symptom, too, so—” and gestured to the food he’d brought.

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    JOHNNY: You remember spring break? ‘85? Saw you on the beach and forgot all about the sweat droplets racing each other down my back or the hell I would have to sit through when I got back home. All I could see were your knees.

    JOHNNY: That’s what I mean. I want to wake up and be able to tell how bad it’s bothering you, even though you act all cardboard cutout posed in a crane kick to everyone else. I want to reach over your body and turn on the heating pad.

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    “One to ten?” Booker would ask, grinning, and Yusuf would put on a mock-serious face and reply, “Four-point-three; only slightly better than getting kicked by a horse,” or, waking up after a round of gunshots to the chest, “Like a six.” As a diagnostic tool, it fell apart in the face of the sheer amount of options for the worst pain he’d ever felt, but that was the fun part.

    “You two are so morbid,” Andy would say, rolling her eyes at them, but sometimes Yusuf would look up from a stab wound, shake the blood off his hand, and say “Yesterday was worse,” and he could tell she was trying not to laugh.

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    Hermann conducts a cost-benefit analysis every class period of sitting in the back of the lecture hall versus walking down the stairs to the front. He wishes he had hard data for this, to get some actual statistics, and perhaps after a while, if he records his pain level and his ability to read the board and pay attention after each class, he will be able to predict the outcomes given either choice on a particular day.

    Two curves, traveling in opposite directions, inversely proportional: pain goes up, concentration goes down. It’s comforting, somewhat, to make it a numbers game. Impersonal. Absolute. Not a tragedy, and not his doing, only his to interpret, a smudged scrawl across his left knee in an unfamiliar handwriting, his to analyze, to decrypt.

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    “Those are nice,” Aziraphale says lightly, and Crowley blinks.

    “They’re new,” Crowley says after a moment.

    Aziraphale thinks better of saying I know, fearing it might be interpreted as a slight when he’s simply being honest; he’s sure he would have noticed if Crowley was wearing knee braces when he spent the night two weeks ago.

    “They’re nice,” he repeats, and then wants to kick himself over the word choice, but Crowley still looks gently shocked, so Aziraphale shifts smoothly to wanting to kick whoever made Crowley feel like Aziraphale’s lack of disgust is such a miracle.

    That is probably, he realizes after a moment, a bit sacrilegious, but, well. These wingtip boots were made for bruising the shins of God Herself, or something.

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    “Do you remember the, ah, the bit about the serpent, after the ordeal with the apple and such? Cursed above all the cattle and every beast of the field, upon thy belly thou shalt go, dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life, et cetera?”

    Aziraphale nods.

    “And here I am, not, you know, crawling on my belly, obviously, so. Got to be punished for that prolonged bout of disobedience.” Crowley shrugs, then hides the accompanying wince.

    Aziraphale’s brow wrinkles. “I’m afraid I don’t understand—”

    “I’m in pain, angel. All the time. It’s just kind of…” He waves a hand. “How things are."

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    Everyone assumes the wound is from the war.

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