[ Ray had not been aware of Mick's fear of heights until the post, and he'd been in too much of a hurry to get him out to think too much about it. He grimaces as he watches Mick throwing up. This girl going after Mick was even worse now that he knew Mick had a phobia.
He's glad she's gone, better not to give Mick a target. ]
She left you a cupcake.
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[ Mick's feeling a little bit vulnerable at the moment; the fact the show isn't mentioned, however, is a comfort. ]
Yeah?
[ He's got to wonder what it means after all this. A taunt? Some sort of consolation prize for stranding him in the literal middle of nowhere? An apology?
Mostly it's just something to say, and Mick swabs his sweaty brow with his clean hand, scanning their surroundings. ]
[ Mick confirms accordingly, grumbling. He glances over the other and his suit. There's a new sort of appreciation to have for someone who trusts his tech to fling him into the brink in a way he can command. ]
I'm not feeling it right now. You want it, Haircut?
[ The pat warrants a small glance, but nothing more. He starts after the younger man, silently trying to keep swallowing beyond the sour taste in his mouth, trekking doggedly up the hill towards the door. ]
Speaking of haircuts, you need one. Starting to look like a hippie, Punch Buggy. We've got a razor in the room.
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He's glad she's gone, better not to give Mick a target. ]
She left you a cupcake.
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Yeah?
[ He's got to wonder what it means after all this. A taunt? Some sort of consolation prize for stranding him in the literal middle of nowhere? An apology?
Mostly it's just something to say, and Mick swabs his sweaty brow with his clean hand, scanning their surroundings. ]
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She should've left more.
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[ Mick confirms accordingly, grumbling. He glances over the other and his suit. There's a new sort of appreciation to have for someone who trusts his tech to fling him into the brink in a way he can command. ]
I'm not feeling it right now. You want it, Haircut?
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[ As if he could take Mick's hard earned cupcake. ]
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[ He decides, which is the only reason he approaches the offering now. It seems such a sullied pittance in the wake of what he's endured.
Mick picks it up, twirling it between his fingers. ]
You know where the door is, right?
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[ He pats Mick's shoulder as he starts leading the way. It's not far and the Clock knows to lead them back to the motel. ]
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Speaking of haircuts, you need one. Starting to look like a hippie, Punch Buggy. We've got a razor in the room.
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The shaved head look doesn't really suit me.
[ But his tone is resigned, now that Mick's taken notice there's a 50/50 chance he'll wake up with a shaved head one morning. ]