[ What are you doing? Heaven left. The only other angel—the only grace left in the world—is Lucifer. He makes an irritated whine in the back of his throat, ducking his head away. ]
Don't—. [ Shit. Don't touch him. He can't stand it. The part of him that he doesn't have any more. ] Ugh. [ He fumbles to open the bottle again. ] They may not work for you, but, uh. For me, for this body—[ He glances over at you. Grins a little. ]—they work. We all got to cope somehow.
[ So. He's going to take his drugs. If you don't mind. He pauses with the pills in his palm long enough for you to object if you do. ]
You're in a hospital? [ You didn't actually mention that part to him, angel-him. It's not like it doesn't actually make sense when he thinks about it. If he still had his mojo, things might go badly when he tripped out. ] What happens when you hallucinate?
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Don't—. [ Shit. Don't touch him. He can't stand it. The part of him that he doesn't have any more. ] Ugh. [ He fumbles to open the bottle again. ] They may not work for you, but, uh. For me, for this body—[ He glances over at you. Grins a little. ]—they work. We all got to cope somehow.
[ So. He's going to take his drugs. If you don't mind. He pauses with the pills in his palm long enough for you to object if you do. ]
You're in a hospital? [ You didn't actually mention that part to him, angel-him. It's not like it doesn't actually make sense when he thinks about it. If he still had his mojo, things might go badly when he tripped out. ] What happens when you hallucinate?