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[biocomposer]

"Our talk...touched on that, actually," he says. "He was more forthcoming than expected. I won't say anything more about the exact details."

[therushingsky]

"So... does this mean you two are getting along now?" Rhys asks, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Sorry, I know that's the most selfish possible takeaway from this, but I think-- sometimes he's kind of jealous of you. It'd be really nice if you two felt okay with each other."

This is an absent sort of thought. Something he wouldn't bring up if he wasn't death tolling and they weren't talking about it, because it feels so crass to talk about how nice it would be for you if your boyfriends got along.

But it's still true. It would be nice.

[biocomposer]

"Jealous?" This isn't a surprise in the larger sense - he knows he's an extremely impressive human, thank you - but from Betelgeuse? Yes, a little. "Why?"

[therushingsky]

"Pretty sure he thinks of you as my real boyfriend." Rhys answers, "Which, just to be clear - you definitely are. But not as a binary opposite to him. He's not an asshole about it, it's just-- a vibe I get."

[biocomposer]

"Ah."

Elijah has entertained some momentary insecurities along the same basic lines - that Betelgeuse is the real boyfriend and he's the leftovers that Rhys can't bring himself to break up with - but that's not something to say right now. Or ever.

"He's a very different person when he's away from an audience. I think we're...getting along."

[therushingsky]

"Yeah. I didn't see it coming either."

The kind of person Betelgeuse is. Rhys was prepared for low stakes comedy sex with his horny murderer, not for forging a deep emotional bond with someone who hasn't had one of those in thousands of years.

"I'm glad. All his other friends are... " He doesn't want to say idiots, because Hange and Bill aren't idiots, but they are all sort of on the same terrible impulsive spectrum that Rhys is on, "...He'd just be lucky to know you. And-- I like that you get to know this guy who's in my life so much."

[biocomposer]

"I feel the same," he agrees. "Maybe the three of us should have dinner sometime? So we can....form a more mutual understanding."

That isn't a euphemism for anything, though he realises that Betelgeuse might take it as one if that's how he's told.

[therushingsky]

"I'd like that." Rhys confirms, "Just-- be prepared to try out every single way of telling someone that you don't want a threesome beforehand."

Pause. Then, because hope springs eternal:

"Unless you really got along with him."

[biocomposer]

Elijah just coughs out a laugh and indulges him because he's death tolling.

"It wasn't that long a conversation."

[therushingsky]

"Time isn't everything. All you had to do to get me to follow you around like a puppy was sing a fifty second song."


About wanting to sleep with Robots. Rhys has preferences.

[biocomposer]

"About fucking robots, on my first day here, only to be verbally attacked by Bill Cipher by having not been here long enough to earn the opportunity."

Yes, he remembers.

[therushingsky]

"You were a handsome man with stage presence, who I shared a common interest with."

Rhys also wanted Kamski to fuck a robot.

Or a cyborg, but close enough.

[biocomposer]

"It worked out well for us," he concedes, with a small thin smile. "I don't think I would have been quite that explicit about my level of comfort with your prosthetics, otherwise."

[therushingsky]

"I don't know, all those long steamy days in the cybernetic maintenance lab, I'm sure we would have gotten there eventually."

Rhys tries to shoot Elijah a lazy smile, but ends up having to stifle a yawn instead. It's hard to be sexy when his whole body just wants to pass out.

[biocomposer]

Elijah shakes his head.

"You're going to throw out your back if you sleep here. Do you think you can stand so I can help you back to my cabin?"

[therushingsky]

Rhys mumbles his assent, carefully pushes himself up into a sitting position, shifts his feet around off the bench and onto the floor.

Blinks once.

Twice.

And immediately the tension drains out of his limbs as he slides sideways again, fully unconscious.

It's a pretty painless death toll, but no less incapacitating.

[biocomposer]

Fortunately for both of them, Elijah works out and Rhys is missing his heaviest limb. He'll wake up in the much more comfortable environment of Elijah's bed, later.

[therushingsky]

The next few days, Rhys weaves in and out of consciousness. The lack of pain is deceptive enough that he makes the mistake of heading out to try and grab food for himself too quickly, and catches himself waking up in one of the stairwells an indeterminate amount of time after.

After that he doesn't try again. Just lets himself stay down and be doted on by Elijah.

He waits until the first day that he finds he can stay awake for more than eight hours. That's why he leaves it until the evening before he suggests to Elijah:

"Uh, hey I was thinking-- the sooner I get used to having the weight back on my shoulder the better. You think you could help me fit that new prototype I've been working on? "

[biocomposer]

Elijah hasn't been around constantly - Rhys won't get better faster for him being underfoot, after all. He does curtail his hours at the lab slightly, though, and leaves a note to let his handful of potential patients know how he can be contacted.

Mostly he just doesn't want Rhys to pass out, hit his head on an unfortunately located piece of furniture and end up having to undergo all this again.

The request, when it comes, isn't much surprise.

"Yes, of course. Tonight?"

[therushingsky]

"Yeah. If it's not too late? I mean, It's easy for me, I've not been in the lab all day..."

And he's only going to be operating one out of the three arms potentially helping with the reattachment.

[biocomposer]

"It's not too late," Elijah tells him, and doesn't try second-guessing whether Rhys is up to it. He says he is; Elijah can trust that. "Is the equipment in your cabin?"

[therushingsky]

"The arm is, but it's kind of an upgrade from my last model. Should be more compatible with your tools-- better at connecting to tech from other worlds, and once the shoulder's fitted the main arm'll be detachable."

So that he doesn't have to rip out the whole thing hopefully ever again.

[biocomposer]

"Good. Shall we?"

If he can't walk to his cabin, Elijah is going to question the rationality of doing this now.

[therushingsky]

"Let's do this."

Rhys rolls up to his feet, and while his movements are still a bit slow and lethargic, he's steady enough as he goes.

[biocomposer]

"It's an - odd coincidence that the three of us were assigned cabins on the same floor," he reflects. "But it's worked out well, I suppose. Have the two of you spoken?"