Cal doesn't have the energy to yell back, but he scoffs and almost wishes he'd gone for his precious sofa cushions just to be petty. Except sometimes he sleeps on that sofa, so maybe not. He'd just about to ask BD about a stim, and promptly closes his mouth on that request. Merrin is right, it wouldn't really do anything to get rid of it.
He gives his friend a pat with one hand before taking the offered water bottle and pack with a quiet thanks. She's annoyed with him, or at the very least unhappy and he can't blame her - but he also doesn't know what to do to change that, or address it...
... so he doesn't.
Taking a long and careful pull of the water and letting the cooling relief of the ice soothe some of the aching in his skull.
No bacta. Recovery was gonna take longer than he wanted. Idiot, he chides himself again for letting that kriffing bastard get the drop on him. All that time wasted while he can't do anything. "Sure." Sitting up straighter to give her better access to his ribs.
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He gives his friend a pat with one hand before taking the offered water bottle and pack with a quiet thanks. She's annoyed with him, or at the very least unhappy and he can't blame her - but he also doesn't know what to do to change that, or address it...
... so he doesn't.
Taking a long and careful pull of the water and letting the cooling relief of the ice soothe some of the aching in his skull.
No bacta. Recovery was gonna take longer than he wanted. Idiot, he chides himself again for letting that kriffing bastard get the drop on him. All that time wasted while he can't do anything. "Sure." Sitting up straighter to give her better access to his ribs.
"Hey, Mer?"