prompt #120 - comfort | "cell count"
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fiction_drabblesTitle: Cell Count
Challenge/Prompt: #120 - Comfort
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still do not own federal agents.
Summary: From the same continuity as Mayflies (#114 - Value.)
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“Fuck my life,” he mutters into his own palm, crooked elbow next to his ear and couch arm under his head. “Eff em el. That’s what the kids say. I think.”
He catches her exasperated look through his fingers. “You’re twenty-nine.”
“So are you calling me too young or too old?”
She just spreads the fingers of his other hand and he hisses, shredded skin protesting as its weak knottings are tested.
“It’s healing,” she says. “Normally.”
“Humanly-normally?”
“Yes.” The hands slip upwards to squeeze his wrist above the missing pieces.
“Can I swear again?” he says, and she laughs.
Challenge/Prompt: #120 - Comfort
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still do not own federal agents.
Summary: From the same continuity as Mayflies (#114 - Value.)
◘◘◘
“Fuck my life,” he mutters into his own palm, crooked elbow next to his ear and couch arm under his head. “Eff em el. That’s what the kids say. I think.”
He catches her exasperated look through his fingers. “You’re twenty-nine.”
“So are you calling me too young or too old?”
She just spreads the fingers of his other hand and he hisses, shredded skin protesting as its weak knottings are tested.
“It’s healing,” she says. “Normally.”
“Humanly-normally?”
“Yes.” The hands slip upwards to squeeze his wrist above the missing pieces.
“Can I swear again?” he says, and she laughs.