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[more non-answers. . . she seems to give a lot of those. like she's dancing around something, and he just doesn't know enough to pry into what it might be]

[either way, he flops back against his pillow, hand drifting to his chest, over his heart. to hear the steady rhythm thrumming away between his ribs again is. . . comforting]

Not really an answer.

[a huff]

But I'll take it as a yes.

Naturally.

[she doesn't know what surgery where he is from is like, because her world is filled with medical advancements, both medical and technological, so she lacks a frame of reference.

She does set her knitting down in her lap because she should give him her proper attention, even if she has been this entire time, she can simply multitask]

The surgery was a success. She is not here presently, but my teammate Breeze-han or Sophie-han, whichever you prefer, assisted. However, I do wish to monitor you within the coming days to make certain there are not any unforeseen complications.

[she's done this more times someone in her situation should, but she is also a bit rusty.

she decides to omit the latter information.]

However, I do not expect there will be, due to the clockwork transmutation of the organ, it made matters simpler by leagues. Neater, less messy.

[surgery in his world certainly isn't so advanced that he expected to be feeling as good as he is feeling now, that's for sure. then again! he's pretty sure (maybe not 100% sure since lol no memories) that no doctor back home has ever had to shove a clockwork heart back into someone's chest cavity]

Less messy. . .

[a beat]

Did you just kind of. . .

[he makes a shoving motion with his hands]

. . . shove it back in there?

[help he isn't a medical professional]

[ . . . ]

No. I did not.

[Honestly.]

Honestly. I expect that would make more of one being so rough and haphazard.

[huffs a laugh, eyes slipping shut as he combs his fingers through his bangs]

Fair enough.

[. . .]

Well. . . whatever you did, it worked.

[tilts his head to face her, expression earnest]

Thank you. I owe you.

[she turns her head away, just a little.]

...You do not owe me anything. It is fine.

[mmmm. . . he's the kind of guy who likes to make sure his debts are repaid, but. . . if she is going to insist that he owes her nothing, then--]

All right.

[then he'll just do something nice for her later on. something low key. something he can pretend is a gift rather than an expression of gratitude for the fact that she helped out a complete stranger]

I mean it.

[except she knows how sneaky he is, even if he doesn't know that she knows how he can be.]

I convinced you to do it in spite of your misgivings, that is bond points for me. I was only ever acting in my own interests.

[hm]

[oh my god]

[just]

[stares at her for a moment]

[before he turns his head away and laughs]

What is so funny?

[his chortles die down after a moment, though he keeps his hand pressed against his mouth, knuckles first]

I think there's a word for someone who says things like that.

[oh NO]

[HE'D BETTER NOT]

Self-serving and opportunistic?

[HE'S GONNA BECAUSE HE HAS NO FEAR]

Tsundere.

[HE SHOULD HAVE SOME FEAR, REALLY NOW.

She frowns very slightly.]

There is nothing remotely tsundere about me. I saw a need, I filled it. I only mean to be useful.

[CONSIDERING SHE JUST CUT HIM OPEN, YES. HE SHOULD]

[but there it is again. that word. "useful." his humor fades, shifting into pensiveness]

Why?

[she finds herself mourning his humour more than she should, perhaps, but it's been so long since she's seen...

Focus. It was necessary. Maybe this way, he will come to understand--but gods above and below, he is so stubborn. ~~as if she is not~~]

It is why I exist.

[at least there will be plenty of chances for his humor to shine later]

[he rolls onto his side, careful not to pull out his IV, now studying her with a furrowed brow]

What you believe you were created for?

No. Not what I believe, there was never any room for interpretation, I know why I exist.

[she sounds fine with it]

[. . . nnnnnnnn. . .]

[DISLIKE!!!]

[turns away again to stare at the ceiling, still frowning, even though she sounds fine with it]

I've always believed that one's existence is what they make of it.

[. . .]

Do you like flowers, 80H?

[non-sequitur??]

[she won't point out that he doesn't remember shit so how could he "always" anything. but that seems mean

anyway she is glad to get away from the current line of discussion.]

Yes?

[...doesn't everyone?]

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[OKAY THAT WOULD BE A POINT. . . but some things are instinct!!]

Yeah? What's your favorite?

I do not have a singular favourite, I do not believe, but I do enjoy plum blossoms. They are a staple in ikebana for a reason. Why do you ask?

[because he needs ideas for things to get her later and also!! she likes things!! that's important when it comes to being more than "useful."]

[but he isn't saying that aloud just yet]

I ask everyone that question.

[he absolutely does not and judging by the bland way he responds he doesn't expect her to believe that]

No, you do not.

What are flowers that you enjoy, however?

[huffs a laugh, mouth quirking a little bit, but. he isn't commenting]

Don't know yet.

[a pppppause]

. . . sunflowers, maybe.