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I completely agree. *he's got bruising over his face, his eyes starting to blacken with it*

Woah.. hey man.. are you alright? Should I call someone?

*shakes his head* I'm fine, just a broken nose. I reset it, just got to wait for it to go away now I guess.

Shouldn't you have maybe.. gone to the hospital though? Just a thought.

What can they do? You have to see a specialist after a few days. They won't reset it themselves. Then when you actually GET to the specialist they re-break it anyway which causes even MORE pain. Nah, it went back after a while.

Is it the fucking floor? Because I swear to god, Harry, if it's the fucking floor...

No it's not the fucking floor.

...

It might be the floor.

....You are such a problem.

And you're blatantly gay.

What? We weren't having a state the obvious contest? *He's sleepy and cranky. <3 *

*makes a face* Yes, actually we were. Now, maybe you can help me with this one...

Which is more comfortable, the floor or a bed?

*Dammit, he hated when Perry made him choose between two things.. one of them being the obvious answer to make him look like an idiot.*

The bed, but-

Edited 2008-09-05 18:40 (UTC)

Exactly, the bed. So don't you think you would sleep better... on the bed? *raises an eyebrow, tone 100% patronization*

*Harry just sighed his eyes looking up at the ceiling for a moment, arms folded across his chest.*

Yes...

*a beat*

So why are you still sleeping on the floor?

*Harry looked down at the ground now, arms still folded as he suddenly found his boots very very interesting.*

Well, I thought that part was kind of obvious at least.. or whatever... *He was sort of mumbling.*

It's just sleep, Harry. *you are DUMB tone resonating~* What are you? Twelve?

I know that. *He snipped back at him, his arms finally dropping in favor of one running through his own hair in annoyance. It was just, that last time... Perry hadn't seemed too keen or...fuck, I don't know... something, to have him in the bed. Didn't seem to care one way or the other, so Harry had saved them both the trouble and took the floor.*

Edited 2008-09-05 19:14 (UTC)

..Do you? *crosses his arms now* You don't seem to. I mean, suit yourself, stick with the floor. It seems to be treating you so well after all.

Ya know.. see? It's that. That right there. You don't fucking want me up there in bed with you anymore than I wanna be up there. So, just quit acting like a fucking asshole and let me deal with being uncomfortable without you being you. Okay? Jesus Perry...

*pauses at that, for once.. not having a snappy response*

Fine, I'll leave you to it then... just thought it would *tips his head to the side a bit* facilitate sleep.

Yes Perry. It would facilitate sleep. *He moved over to the couch now and dropped back onto it putting his head in his hands. He was tired.. he was cranky... and he was still subconsciously dealing with shit, and it was exhausting him even more.*

*glares after him, moving to sit by him on the couch*

Go sleep, Harry. We can go over the stakeout stuff.. tonight.

*Stays just like he is for a few moments before getting up wordlessly and making his way up the stairs to get a few hours of sleep like Perry said.*