(no subject)

[coppelganger]

[today, Sarah is knocking at both Alison and Cosima's doors, looking pretty bummed, her hands in the pockets of her jacket.]

Oi, open up.

Comments

[doubleblind]

... You better have a joint ready for me when I figure out the cure.

[coppelganger]

When you're better, sure. But are you gonna make fun of me when I roll it for you?

[doubleblind]

Nah.

[reaches out a hand]

... Let me roll you one. It's stupid, but I miss it.

[coppelganger]

You just rolled one last week.

[but fine, handing everything over]

[doubleblind]

That was ages ago...

[she does seem calmer, but that might also be her second cookie kicking in]

Hey, you ever think about how long my recovery time's gonna be?

[coppelganger]

How long?

[doubleblind]

Yeah. Some treatments... The side effects are pretty rough.

[coppelganger]

So... what are you saying?

[doubleblind]

[shrugs]

It might be awhile until I'm well, even if I'm cured.

[coppelganger]

You worried about that?

[doubleblind]

... Maybe a little.

[coppelganger]

We'll take care of you.

[doubleblind]

Yeah? Even if I lose all my hair and I'm puking all over Felix's apartment?

[coppelganger]

Yeah, is that even a question?

[doubleblind]

Just making sure. I'm a terrible patient.

[coppelganger]

We're not gonna throw you out on the street, Cos.

[she would probably be looking more serious, but, y'know, weed]

[doubleblind]

I know, I know. I'm just kinda dreading the whole thing.

[coppelganger]

... Better than the alternative.

[doubleblind]

Obvs. But, uh, you may need to remind me of that if things get bad.

[coppelganger]

Not a problem.

[doubleblind]

[looking over at Alison]

Not it.

[coppelganger]

Stop giving her cookies!

[doubleblind]

She was going to cry!

[coppelganger]

Yeah, no shit she's crying, she's had like three of those!

[doubleblind]

... Four.