"Come to think of it, I don't actually remember when they gave it to us," Rick said, frowning as he chewed that one over. Maybe it was in the food? But then again, you think it'd have to be tailored to each person, it wasn't like there was some blanket treatment out there, and while he wasn't some fancy Masters degree waving college graduate, that was really just common sense right there. Okay, probably wasn't in the food, and he didn't particularly remember Hello Nurse actually handing him a cup of pills or Doctor Kisugi saying he'd made leaps and bounds. "Maybe they vent in the laughing gas while we're asleep," Rick snorted. "Either way, I'm not gonna sweat it - figure the faster I get better, faster I can get home."
For a guy who hadn't made as much improvement, you couldn't tell it from Suzaku and the way he talked. Rick wouldn't have believed he was crazy if he wasn't already sitting right across from him, willingly holding Bitchy on his lap, and that was a Matt non-answer right there, wasn't it? Then again, maybe not everyone was willing to talk about what got their ass landed here, so it wasn't like he could fault the guy for shooting him down. Least he was polite about it and not, y'know, a total dick.
"Well, at least if it's real, you got a defense against it," Rick said and then paused. Okay, being Dean had its ups and downs, but when you talked like that, you started sounding like some kinda survivalist and not some garage monkey from Lawrence. "Did you have therapy yet?"
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"Come to think of it, I don't actually remember when they gave it to us," Rick said, frowning as he chewed that one over. Maybe it was in the food? But then again, you think it'd have to be tailored to each person, it wasn't like there was some blanket treatment out there, and while he wasn't some fancy Masters degree waving college graduate, that was really just common sense right there. Okay, probably wasn't in the food, and he didn't particularly remember Hello Nurse actually handing him a cup of pills or Doctor Kisugi saying he'd made leaps and bounds. "Maybe they vent in the laughing gas while we're asleep," Rick snorted. "Either way, I'm not gonna sweat it - figure the faster I get better, faster I can get home."
For a guy who hadn't made as much improvement, you couldn't tell it from Suzaku and the way he talked. Rick wouldn't have believed he was crazy if he wasn't already sitting right across from him, willingly holding Bitchy on his lap, and that was a Matt non-answer right there, wasn't it? Then again, maybe not everyone was willing to talk about what got their ass landed here, so it wasn't like he could fault the guy for shooting him down. Least he was polite about it and not, y'know, a total dick.
"Well, at least if it's real, you got a defense against it," Rick said and then paused. Okay, being Dean had its ups and downs, but when you talked like that, you started sounding like some kinda survivalist and not some garage monkey from Lawrence. "Did you have therapy yet?"