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"This industry breeds self-involvement. But I’ve a brother who will find me and fart on me if I start pulling that crap."
Chris Pratt, Irish Idependent Insider (2014)
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
I’m okay with this.
But then I’ll be back in my bed which is super ridiculously comfy.
So since your lips feel better. He trailed his lips along her jaw, moving down her neck.
Yeah but you're still going to have to get out of bed at some point to get there.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
I meant like..over my shirt kissing my shoulder, but I’ll accept either.
Exactly. Staying there forever.
I'll start here then and work my way down your shoulder.
Not forever. Once we can go home, you might want to get out of bed.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
Fine, fine. You can start with kissing it better, though.
We did, but now I’m going back.
Like the actual stitches or just kissing you better?
I think you're right. It's safer for you there.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
…But then I feel dependent and weird. I..guess though.
Man, all this taught me is to never leave bed again ever.
There will probably be a time when I'm going to be dependent on you so just think of this as an advanced payback.
And just when I was hoping we finally got you out of bed.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
I keep ripping out stitches because I need to move. It’s my left side, I can’t do anything righty. This is a giant pain in the ass.
Then tell me what you need done. I'll try and help so you don't have to do it.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
Thank you for the smart-ass comments, Mister I Didn’t Have a Bullet Lodged in My Shoulder.
You're welcome, I thought you could use it. So I guess it's not feeling all healed up then?
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
I’m well aware of the situation, Sammy.
Are you sure? Cause you still seem to complain about if like someone can fix it more than they already have.
-- My shoulder fuckin' hurts.
That would be because you got shot.
"The most fun I’ve ever had doing something active I probably can’t mention—uh, this, my son was the result of it. But there’d been some, some close seconds—wrestling! Wrestling is probably the most fun. And playing football. And playing sports! You know, anything like that.” [x]
Glad to know you love me for my brain.
Pee, shower, do everything you need to do before you get in bed.
Don't forget your pretty face. I love you for both of those things.
Ah... fine. I can do that. I guess I'll start with the shower then.
You’re golden. I’ll handle the smarts for now.
Good. No leaving, you owe me a full night.
And this is why I love you. You're looking after me already.
But what if I need to pee?
You’re cute and funny, you’d survive the world.
Yes and no. I really am tired.
Ah yes, the two staples for surviving the real world.
And it's almost an acceptable hour for bed time. I suppose I could climb on in for the night.
You’re lucky Ryan was a nerd.
I know, it’s terrible. But seriously, I didn’t sleep at all, I’m exhausted.
It's incredibly lucky. I might've been a loser drop out without him.
Is this your subtle way of getting me into bed? I like it.
I figured.
It’s fine. But you owe me cuddle time, I don’t sleep good without you here.
Shh... I was all about being strong and funny. I had no time for books and brains.
Wow, that's like the worst possible punishment I could ever think of. It'll be hard, but I suppose I can do that for you.
Ryan did the paying attention for you, didn’t he?
Well, I still like to know things.
He really did. I woulda flunked out in eighth grade without him.
And I don't like worrying you. But I'm sorry I didn't tell you.