[ A few thoughts lurch through his head when McCree wakes him.
First: Whose bed am I in right now?
Second: What the hell time is it?
Third: Is this fun pain or bad pain?
Because he wakes up stiff and aching, and while his deep sleep kept him from moving around too much, his broken arm throbs angrily at him, and his body feels like some giant picked him up and slammed him repeatedly into a brick wall. Bad pain, he decides. ]
Shit.
[ It’s the only coherent thought he offers, breathing in sharply through his nose and exhaling through his teeth as he waits for the ache to fade. The disorientation is enough to keep him from immediately reaching for his blasters – which wouldn't have been a fun start for either of their days –and he squints at McCree once he manages to wrench his eyes open. It takes some time, but the events of the past day or so come back to him, and he lets his head fall back against the pillows. ]
Shit. [ Maybe that’s how aliens say “Good morning”? ]
we good
First: Whose bed am I in right now?
Second: What the hell time is it?
Third: Is this fun pain or bad pain?
Because he wakes up stiff and aching, and while his deep sleep kept him from moving around too much, his broken arm throbs angrily at him, and his body feels like some giant picked him up and slammed him repeatedly into a brick wall. Bad pain, he decides. ]
Shit.
[ It’s the only coherent thought he offers, breathing in sharply through his nose and exhaling through his teeth as he waits for the ache to fade. The disorientation is enough to keep him from immediately reaching for his blasters – which wouldn't have been a fun start for either of their days –and he squints at McCree once he manages to wrench his eyes open. It takes some time, but the events of the past day or so come back to him, and he lets his head fall back against the pillows. ]
Shit. [ Maybe that’s how aliens say “Good morning”? ]