[Helping. Sure. 76 chooses not to address her assertion his character.
He's good at staying still, at least. The government wasn't entirely certain of what they were getting into when they decided their supersoldiers should have enhanced metabolisms on top of everything else, rendering most substances useless in amounts that work on normal humans. It's affected everything from his ability to get drunk to the way he processes everything from caffiene to painkillers to sedatives. Learning how to treat their supersoldiers-slash-medical nightmares had been a process of trial and error.
Suffice to say, this is not the first time he's been under a knife without anything to take the edge off. He bears it, but not without a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead. He imagines Angela's encouragement would help more if he felt he deserved it.
Right. A place to stay. He already knows that he's going to have to rest. Even with accelerated healing, a wound like this needs some time on its own.]
With Ana.
[Because of course Ana knows, and of course he's staying with her. She's going to kick his ass for this, he's sure, but that honestly sounds fairly welcome, at this point. He can feel Angela getting to the sutures, and he knows that he isn't going to be able to avoid explaining himself for much longer.
So far, however, Angela hasn't so much as pried. He should have expected this, but 76 still has no idea how she can hold it all in--especially when he's barely keeping it together himself, trying to steady his breathing and counting the inhales and exhales.]
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[Helping. Sure. 76 chooses not to address her assertion his character.
He's good at staying still, at least. The government wasn't entirely certain of what they were getting into when they decided their supersoldiers should have enhanced metabolisms on top of everything else, rendering most substances useless in amounts that work on normal humans. It's affected everything from his ability to get drunk to the way he processes everything from caffiene to painkillers to sedatives. Learning how to treat their supersoldiers-slash-medical nightmares had been a process of trial and error.
Suffice to say, this is not the first time he's been under a knife without anything to take the edge off. He bears it, but not without a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead. He imagines Angela's encouragement would help more if he felt he deserved it.
Right. A place to stay. He already knows that he's going to have to rest. Even with accelerated healing, a wound like this needs some time on its own.]
With Ana.
[Because of course Ana knows, and of course he's staying with her. She's going to kick his ass for this, he's sure, but that honestly sounds fairly welcome, at this point. He can feel Angela getting to the sutures, and he knows that he isn't going to be able to avoid explaining himself for much longer.
So far, however, Angela hasn't so much as pried. He should have expected this, but 76 still has no idea how she can hold it all in--especially when he's barely keeping it together himself, trying to steady his breathing and counting the inhales and exhales.]