Yeah, but you're also not exactly human, as you're so fond of reminding me. Your digestive system is not my digestive system. Me, I'm weak and frail and horribly mortal. [ He takes the bottle, swings it up to take a deep swig — and the strength of the alien liquor hits him like a blow, right in the chest, driving the breath out of his lungs. ]
God. You weren't kidding. That's strong but delicious.
[ As they trade sips of the bottle and start heading back to the ship, there's already a slight cheerful wobble in H's step. ]
I'm not but I don't have any power left now. He doesn't think that his genetic would make him immune to cursed alcohol. They sure never helped my hangovers before.
[ He smiles brightly when H takes the bottle form him, in a way that scream 'TOLD YOU SO, FRIEND'. ]
See? I wouldn't lie to you. [ It's a slow and slightly uncoordinated walk to the ship, passing the bottle around among them, but the ship is still in one piece when they get there and Peter considers it a win. He's even more cheerful and relaxed than a few minutes before if such a thing is possible. ]
Hmmm...we should do these things more often. [ His arm is once again around H's shoulders but he can't remember when he put it there. It's comfy and his faces are close, so Peter isn't moving it. ] You are busy too often. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy...
[ 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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God. You weren't kidding. That's strong but delicious.
[ As they trade sips of the bottle and start heading back to the ship, there's already a slight cheerful wobble in H's step. ]
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[ He smiles brightly when H takes the bottle form him, in a way that scream 'TOLD YOU SO, FRIEND'. ]
See? I wouldn't lie to you. [ It's a slow and slightly uncoordinated walk to the ship, passing the bottle around among them, but the ship is still in one piece when they get there and Peter considers it a win. He's even more cheerful and relaxed than a few minutes before if such a thing is possible. ]
Hmmm...we should do these things more often. [ His arm is once again around H's shoulders but he can't remember when he put it there. It's comfy and his faces are close, so Peter isn't moving it. ] You are busy too often. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy...
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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.