[He swallows hard. With everything O'Malley had tried to do and the Meta, it feels super uncomfortable to talk about. But at the same time he wants her to understand. He doesn't want her to see him as some sad, broken, idiot who just decided to delusional.]
I don't know if it was a flash clone or a guy in a coma, or... something. But I had a body.
[He's had some heavy shit to variously try to process and actively avoid. Like, sure... he's an asshole, he freely admits it. And yes, he's borrowed people's bodies... but keeping it...]
Hey. I don't know about you, but I could use another drink.
[He tries to sound like he's totally not bothered while he gets up. Just any other perfectly normal conversation.]
[He'll get himself the same. He briefly considers getting himself a shot too, but decides against it. Probably a good idea to pace himself. Technically he's never had alcohol before... which is a really weird thought given what he remembers.
[ She pulls a face, one that he's likely to find unreadable. She'd been thinking about the year of parties on the alien planet, which was long after he'd disappeared.
She covers up her discomfort by taking another drink. Then she says flatly: ]
What, you want to know if I got drunk enough to fuck you?
[ She rolls her eyes. The answer is 'yes', of course, yet she's glad to know that's not what he was pressing for. That doesn't mean she's not irritated. ]
Okay, fine, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.
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