[Dixon is miserable, and for the last several hours has been keeping uncharacteristically to himself, sitting with his back to one of the temple walls with his eyes closed but clearly not sleeping. His heart's been pounding on and off, he's sweating, and any attempt to try and nap it off is met with a sort of skin-crawling anxious feeling and trembling. Any painkillers he had for his face are long out of his system, and Brainy's high-tech medicine was not a curative so much as a temporary anodyne.
He knows it's not the burn that's the worst part, though. The most lethal if it gets worse, possibly, but right now he'd take that risk over the shakes and cravings he has as circumstance forcibly cuts him off from two decades of habitual, aggressive drinking.
When Robbie approaches, it's a kindness. His eyelids flutter open.]
Huh?
[It takes a moment to place Robbie, but he puts it together soon enough. The kid who stood up for him when there was that stupid debate about rocks and Phos tried to whale on him. He winces and sits up straighter.]
My doc told me a lot of things that ain't happening here. You're looking out for me?
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He knows it's not the burn that's the worst part, though. The most lethal if it gets worse, possibly, but right now he'd take that risk over the shakes and cravings he has as circumstance forcibly cuts him off from two decades of habitual, aggressive drinking.
When Robbie approaches, it's a kindness. His eyelids flutter open.]
Huh?
[It takes a moment to place Robbie, but he puts it together soon enough. The kid who stood up for him when there was that stupid debate about rocks and Phos tried to whale on him. He winces and sits up straighter.]
My doc told me a lot of things that ain't happening here. You're looking out for me?