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[greywaren]

Yeah?

[He shrugs.]

You're here now.

[zen_en_vert]

I'm here now.

Your brain makes bad weed. Maybe I should start growing some.

[greywaren]

Oh, fuck you.

[That startles a little chuckle out of him.]

I told you I don't smoke much.

[zen_en_vert]

No wonder.

[He says, as though this is why.]

[greywaren]

Asshole.

[Ronan makes a face.]

How would you even grow anything without me? Gonna ask the gods for a pot plant?

[zen_en_vert]

Why not? They keep telling us they're here for us.

Maybe I'll try this guy.

[Patting the step.]

[greywaren]

Asshole.

[But it's a little affectionate.]

That's the last time I do something nice for you.

[zen_en_vert]

Amazing how after a year you finally know the real me.

[greywaren]

Pretty sure I called you an asshole one of the first times we met.

[He points out helpfully.]

[zen_en_vert]

You don't get points for accuracy if you're machine gun strafing.

[greywaren]

[The analogy surprises him into a laugh. And he keeps laughing, because it's easy and it feels good and because he's a little stoned.]

[zen_en_vert]

[Which sets Bruce off in his own right, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

All right, he's not angry at anything right now.]