[ He'd started answering lazily, automatically, but he cuts himself off sharply with a kind of horrified laugh. The liquor's taken a harder hit than he realised. They're not supposed to have names anymore. Filed off along with their fingerprints. ] Christ. That would've been bad. I'm not supposed to. I would've had to neuralyse you if I'd said, and trust me, you don't want that. Not a pleasant experience all around. Speaking from personal experience.
[ Peter gave him a sympathetic smile after the awkward confession and even ran his finger through the back of H's short hair. It calms him down when people do that so maybe it worked for his friend. ]
Kinda suck that you can't tell me but I get it. We all got our secrets and stuff.
[ 'And stuff', how very eloquent. Peter would have kicked himself if he weren't feeling relaxed and without a care in the world. ]
Does it hurt, the whole neuralysing thing? Wait...personal experience?
[ Despite himself, H leaned into the touch as they sauntered towards the ship with arms slung around each others' shoulders. It's... nice. Just a human touch, a piece of normal intimacy. The agency had scoured their lives empty, discouraged all relationships, so it could be lonely; no wonder H kept gravitating to all those impulsive flings. And his friendships, like this one with Quill, were even rarer and more precious for it. ]
Mm. I don't think it does. Or I mean, if it does, nobody can remember to say, can they? So maybe it doesn't matter. [ A small laugh. Maybe a little nervous. And then to Peter's question... ]
It, uh. I shouldn't say. [ Another swig of the drink, and oh no but the ambrostine really is quite strong. Very strong. It loosens H up, makes him a little less worried about those ironclad NDAs he signed, so in the end he continues: ]
Well. I mean, it happened to me once. Wasn't supposed to.
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[ He'd started answering lazily, automatically, but he cuts himself off sharply with a kind of horrified laugh. The liquor's taken a harder hit than he realised. They're not supposed to have names anymore. Filed off along with their fingerprints. ] Christ. That would've been bad. I'm not supposed to. I would've had to neuralyse you if I'd said, and trust me, you don't want that. Not a pleasant experience all around. Speaking from personal experience.
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[ Peter gave him a sympathetic smile after the awkward confession and even ran his finger through the back of H's short hair. It calms him down when people do that so maybe it worked for his friend. ]
Kinda suck that you can't tell me but I get it. We all got our secrets and stuff.
[ 'And stuff', how very eloquent. Peter would have kicked himself if he weren't feeling relaxed and without a care in the world. ]
Does it hurt, the whole neuralysing thing? Wait...personal experience?
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Mm. I don't think it does. Or I mean, if it does, nobody can remember to say, can they? So maybe it doesn't matter. [ A small laugh. Maybe a little nervous. And then to Peter's question... ]
It, uh. I shouldn't say. [ Another swig of the drink, and oh no but the ambrostine really is quite strong. Very strong. It loosens H up, makes him a little less worried about those ironclad NDAs he signed, so in the end he continues: ]
Well. I mean, it happened to me once. Wasn't supposed to.