[That's another thing he hates about Zero. The endless rotation of Wardens keeping an eye on him, making sure he has enough water that he won't die of dehydration. Peeking in and seeing him like this. It was as bad as the paparazzi, as puking into a toilet when he was seventeen and seeing cameras flashing from under the stall door.
... At least this time, here, it comes with painkillers. As mild as ibuprofen might be.
Tony pushes himself up, shaky but moving, and walks on over to the doorway, takes the bottle and the pills (normally he'd flinch, he'd refuse, but his head is pounding and his body weak and he needs to seem normal so even though the anxiety hits and hits hard, he takes what's being handed) and gives Dean a half-grin before sliding down the nearest wall, legs all but giving out from under him. His fingers are trembling - withdrawal withdrawal withdrawal - but somehow he manages to get the bottle open, taking a swig of water before responding in a shaky, hoarse voice.]
Tempting. Don't suppose you'll shoot me and just let me work through the death toll instead?
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... At least this time, here, it comes with painkillers. As mild as ibuprofen might be.
Tony pushes himself up, shaky but moving, and walks on over to the doorway, takes the bottle and the pills (normally he'd flinch, he'd refuse, but his head is pounding and his body weak and he needs to seem normal so even though the anxiety hits and hits hard, he takes what's being handed) and gives Dean a half-grin before sliding down the nearest wall, legs all but giving out from under him. His fingers are trembling - withdrawal withdrawal withdrawal - but somehow he manages to get the bottle open, taking a swig of water before responding in a shaky, hoarse voice.]
Tempting. Don't suppose you'll shoot me and just let me work through the death toll instead?