(no subject)

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He's got a pounding headache again.*

Comments

[handymetacrisis]

Master? [He calls from the doorway, peeking his head inside to check on his friend.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Sssh! I've got a headache.

[handymetacrisis]

Oh! Sorry about that. [He replies in a much quieter tone, stepping into the flat.]

How bad is it?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Pounding. I just took a painkiller, though, so it should get better soon.

[handymetacrisis]

Let me know if you want me to do something with it. Might be able to ease it psychically or something.

[ofdrumsthesound]

It's okay. I've gotten used to headaches.

[handymetacrisis]

You shouldn't have to get used to it. [He sets down a small shopping back he's brought with him.]

[reality_hopping_genius]

Are you going to be alright, Master?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yeah. It's just another headache, nothing new.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I know, I know. But shouldn't doesn't equal don't.

[handymetacrisis]

You sure I can't do anything about it?

[ofdrumsthesound]

. . . hold me?

[handymetacrisis]

I can do that, yeah. [He gathers the Master up in his arms, holding him and rocking him gently.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Oh Handy, it hurts. It always hurts so much, they're so loud inside. I can't focus anymore, trying gives me headaches. I can't even be a villain now, planning is too hard.

[handymetacrisis]

[He listens to him, resting his chin on top his head and still rocks him.]

I'll have something ready to help you soon. I promise.

[ofdrumsthesound]

This helps. It helps more than you know to have someone listen. *He snuggles up to Handy, opening his mind a bit.* Mind supporting me a bit? I could use some psychic help, just in keeping my thoughts coherent.

[handymetacrisis]

Yeah, I can do that for you. [He smiles a bit and opens his mind up to the Master. Not completely, but enough for him to use to help himself.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*The Master guides them into creating a quick framework for his thoughts, a ship of sorts to hold them away from the stormy sea that is the drumming.* Ah, much better. Thank you.

[handymetacrisis]

You're welcome. [He continues to hold the Master, closing his eyes.] Just not for too long, okay? This body can't handle psychic strain very well.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Not too long. Promise.

Just long enough to ease the headache some.

[handymetacrisis]

Alright. I can handle that.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Good. *He smiles.* This will improve my mood.

So, is there anything I'm needed for?

[handymetacrisis]

At Torchwood? Yes, actually. [He leans on the Master a bit.]

I'm being sent of on a small mission. Nothing dangerous. Rose convinced her dad to send you with me.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Any chance I'll get to kill something?

[handymetacrisis]

If I get into trouble.