kylewithenvy:

hotheadedlantern:

kylewithenvy:

 

De nada.  I just hope they did a good job, or else I’m gonna have to go Big Joe on the medical crew.

They took real good care of my culo, Kyle, almost as well as you do. Like you were eyeballin’ them the whole time.

Have I told ya lately, I’m lucky to have ya for a partner? 

I am lucky too, Guy. And especially because you have told me lately. 8)

An’ now you just did the same. Thanks, man.

Did I miss much while I was out of it?

kylewithenvy:

hotheadedlantern:

kylewithenvy replied to your photo: Screw you guys, Im goin home! - Eric Cartman…

Took them long enough to fix you back up*muttermutter*

Are ya still sore at me for not lettin’ ya take me to Oa?  M’sorry, amigo.  Hey, I haven’t had a chance to tell ya thanks, for savin’ my ass in the first place.  That stuff ya constructed, reminded my of that George Clooney movie. Y’know, that Kelly’s Heroes ripoff?

De nada.  I just hope they did a good job, or else I’m gonna have to go Big Joe on the medical crew.

They took real good care of my culo, Kyle, almost as well as you do. Like you were eyeballin’ them the whole time.

Have I told ya lately, I’m lucky to have ya for a partner? 

kylewithenvy replied to your post: kylewithenvy replied to your post: [Ring Txt]…

[Ring Txt] Cool, lets do this thing. Think they got a supply in the Medlab that we can, ah, borrow for testing?

[Ring Txt] Meet me in five?

kylewithenvy replied to your post: [Ring Txt] You ever been hit by Jokers laughing gas stuff before in your GL career? I know I havent. I wonder how itd affect us. Would our rings expel it from our systems? Things to Ponder

[Ring Txt] lol no, someone asked something about Harley Quinn and got me thinking is all. [Ring Txt] now I wanna test it. :/

[Ring Txt] Confession time. I do too.  Been thinkin’ about it since you first asked.

kylewithenvy replied to your photo: Screw you guys, Im goin home! - Eric Cartman…

Took them long enough to fix you back up*muttermutter*

Are ya still sore at me for not lettin’ ya take me to Oa?  M’sorry, amigo.  Hey, I haven’t had a chance to tell ya thanks, for savin’ my ass in the first place.  That stuff ya constructed, reminded my of that George Clooney movie. Y’know, that Kelly’s Heroes ripoff?

(Skype RP log between hotheadedlantern and thepeoplevspencer. More or less current, shortly before Kate Spencer goes to Toronto for the weekend.)

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He had been resting, the pain reasonably under control, thanks to the painkiller cocktail they’d given him. If anything, it was perhaps more than he needed, but the Medbay personnel had learned from previous experience what it took to make this particular GL stay put while under their care.

He sensed someone enter silently, and thought at first it was one of the medical staff, but Guy was surprised to see Kate’s retreating back as he turned his head and opened his eyes.  ”M’awake…” he called quietly, his voice still a bit muzzy from the sedative.

A relief washed over Kate, something that had been sitting in her chest dissolving into a little more ease. She turned back, brushing her hair over her shoulder, and approached the bed again. “Hey. Sorry, Guy…I didn’t know if you wanted visitors.”

“Yeah…” He was weakened, he knew, and it hurt like hell to inhale too deeply, so he had to keep his motormouth in check. He knew the Medbay staff were probably warning visitors to “keep your visit short”, and “he needs rest” and other absolute crap like that.  He really wanted people right now, not rest. His ring could take care of his need for rest, damn it.  He had to pack all that sentiment into his short response: “Sure.”

It took Kate a second to understand what he meant by ‘sure’, but his tone did most of the work for him. She eased into the chair next to the bed, brow furrowed in concern that wouldn’t entirely fade. Even when they were recovering, it was hard for her to see people, to see friends, like this. In that much pain.

“So things went pretty rough,” she said, trying to be casual, seeing as their last conversation had ended…far more awkwardly than their usual friendship. “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

“Darkseid’s not a nice host…” Guy replied, his eyes half-lidding with his weak smile, to amp the humour. He reached out to her with his right arm and squeezed the hand she met it with. “Good t’see ya. Real good.”

“So I’ve heard,” Kate replied, quirking a half-smile, wryly. The rest of it, though, that was a surprise, that he’d want to see her. Maybe the whole near death thing. She said, “And you sure about that?” before she could stop herself from doing so. This wasn’t the time for hashing things out, was it.

“Yeah…” his face was somewhere between glad and hurt.  ”Just ‘cuz ya don’ think… yer perfect don’ mean I’m …gonna stop thinkin’ that…”  His eyes drifted up to the IV bags hanging above him, and he silently wished she wasn’t seeing him like this.  ”M’glad to seeya…don’ make me repeat m’self…Sweetheart.”

“All right, all right, I won’t. Easy, tiger.” Kate ran her fingertips against his hand from where she’d squeezed it. “Look, about that. The perfect thing. I’m sorry I told you things like I did. It was kind of rude, seeing as we’d agreed, it just…when things sunk in…” She couldn’t apparently put a sentence together right. God.

He watched her struggling, but he was still trying to keep his breathing shallow while also catching his breath.  He could do this, without speaking, and maybe that was for the best anyway.  His hand tightened around hers a little, encouraging her, and he nodded for her to continue as he silently willed his ring to increase the oxygen in his bloodstream.

And damn, the way Guy was trying to breathe—Kate closed her eyes for a moment, brow furrowed, tried to focus and figure out how things should come out to be right, to come across without misunderstanding. “The La Rojita thing scares me, caro,” she said finally, quietly. “Not the good kind of scared. Even if I’m perfect in your opinion, I’m still not that kind of perfect, the sainted kind.”

He quietly assessed her, trying to understand.  It was hard for him, as a Lantern, to always get fear in other people.  Sure, Hal and Kyle understood, but Guy’s solution when faced with scary things was to get angry.  Was it just fear of not living up to expectations?  Or could it be…tempting fate?  Catholic fear, that he did understand.  He rubbed a comforting thumb over the back of her hand.  ”Sacrilege?” he asked, hoping she understood the question.

It wasn’t quite that kind of fear, though that was part of it, and Kate furrowed her brow even further, trying to explain. “A little,” she said. “Most of the saints died. Went through hell. I don’t want anyone to see me that way. And I don’t want to be idolized like that, like la Virgen or something, because I’m just a person.”

He shook she head with a tired smile for her. “Somewhere in-between…” he assured her. She was better than she thought, but not the saint others from whom others drew inspiration. “S’okay.  Still love ya, Sweetheart.”

“Maybe in-between,” she conceded, “If you say so, Lantern Gardner. I’ll take your word for it.” She was using his title as an endearment, though, and her soft smile made that clear.  After a second, though, she blinked, had a realization. “Guy…if you wanted to call the bar after me, you still could. Just not that, you know?”

“Yeah,” he gave her a nod. “Don’ wanna pick wrong…”  He laid his head back a bit on the pillow, and thought briefly of how much he had been told he had been wrong lately, said wrong things, made wrong choices.  It had been one thing after another, and the pain in his chest only served as a reminder of his latest fuck up.  He told her matter-of-factly, “Tired of bein’ wrong. …Not just you, to ev’rybody, Sweetheart.”

Kate smiled softly, if sadly, and squeezed his hand. She wished like hell she could help, but didn’t know how to except for this. “Call it La Querida’s,” she said. “Sweetheart, in Spanish. If that’s good for you, it’s definitely good for me.”

His eyes slid to half-lidded again and he smiled. “Tough enough for a bar?” he asked her.  If anyone understood what appealed to LA culture, it was Kate.  ”Like it…” he lifted his left arm enough to show her a thumbs-up.

“The gringos won’t know what it means, and Latin people will think it’s ballsy to name your bar something nice like that. Or you can shut them up, accordingly,” Kate said with a slow grin. She eased up a little, ran the palm of her hand across the back of his. “I should let you sleep, caro.”

“What’s Spanish for …’my Sweetheart who kicks ass?’ …let’s call it that.”  He groaned in disappointment at her announcing her departure, and gave her a boyish pout, knowing full well it wouldn’t change her mind.  She was probably right, he was feeling tired.  Damn doctors must have slipped something into the IV cocktail dripping into him.

“It’s not catchy enough,” she replied, snorting, and impulsively reached up to smooth down his hair from where the pillow’d made it a mess. “And I don’t think they’d let you use ‘culo’ in a business name in Los Angeles. Look, Guy. Get some rest, we can talk plans when you’re better.”

Satisfied with the petting he’d gotten out of it, at least, he acquiesced  “Yes’m,” he answered her with a playful surrender to her wishes, “Restin’ my culo now.”  He smiled fondly at her as she stood and looked down at him. “Thanks fer comin’.  …Love ya, Kate.”

“Didn’t say we could talk about my brilliance later,” Kate replied with an honest smile, and caught his hand, blushing a little. “Just…get better. Get out of this bed, okay?”

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he murmured, and let his eyes almost close, his fond smile still on his lips. He’d wave to her when she reached the door, that’s what he’d do.  He’d just close his eyes a moment while he waited.  Just for a moment…