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[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]

[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

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[When Amy comes over, Rory wants to reach out like Fiona and touch her, reassure her, but he has the choice between a hand attached to an arm on a painful shoulder and a hand covered in the blood of said shoulder.]

Hey.

[He shrugs slightly with his right shoulder.]

I thought it was, honestly. [He hesitates, and then continues.] I...suspected it might get worse, but I didn't want to say anything in case it didn't.

What is it with you trying to hide things from me? [Fiona reassuring Conall has a ... somewhat calming effect on Amy. In the sense that it calms her worries enough to let her anger surge to the surface again.]

[Rory's eyes kind of flick between Amy, and down and away. He just...doesn't want to bother her with this stuff. He wants to be able to work out what he thinks about something and how he's dealing with it before he tells her. Life's just easier without weird things.]

I'm sorry. It wasn't--I'm not trying to exclude you.

Right. [Glare.] 'cause when my husband is dealing with weird and unexpected pains, I wouldn't want to know about it.

[Amy uses the word 'husband' almost like a weapon. It used to mean more to him than to her, the whole marriage thing, and it was his idea after all. She's good at ignoring the fact that she wouldn't be this angry (and this worried) about him if it didn't mean something to her as well, if he didn't mean this much.]

[It hits him like a weapon, and he winces.]

Not... [He lifts his hand to do a hesitant gesture with it before remembering that it is bloody, and supposed to be applying pressure to his shoulder, so he puts it down again] ...not entirely unexpected.

[That was meant to be avoidance, because he should have told her and he meant to, only... But it's not avoidance, really. It's aggravation, if anything.]

[It leaves Amy speechless with anger for a moment, something that doesn't happen all too often. She gets up and gestures at him, pointing and then just throwing her hands up, annoyance written all over.]

[Okay, that's got Rory a bit on the sort of anger defensive, getting to his feet to not be looking up at her.]

Do you think I like thinking about dying? Just casually bringing it up? Because that's what this means, Amy, that's what this is about, getting shot in the chest by that...laser gun again, constantly.

[He's run out of steam, slightly, after that. His next words are quieter.]

Other people in the City were getting this same thing, reliving injuries. I figured it was only a matter of time.

And you think I wouldn't want to know? [He should have told her. She has a right to know, doesn't she? He's her husband and she was there when it happened and he keeps dying on her and how is she supposed to deal with that if he doesn't even tell her anything?]

I don't know! I didn't want to bring it up if it wasn't going to happen and then...I just didn't want to bring it up.

[Fiona is over trying to sort of anxiously preen Conall.]

[Amy goes quiet again for a moment, but this time it's less angry and more thoughtful.]

You should've told me. And about going to the underground, too.

I know. [He walks over to stand closer to Amy.] I was going to tell you, for both of them, you just....found out before I got to it. Both times.

Were you? [She tries to make it sound like it doesn't matter to her, but... well. Obviously, it does.]

I was. Of course I was. [He looks rueful.] Not...that...it wouldn't've been hard, really hard in the case of the Underground, but I would have said. I'm not gonna go...sneaking about on adventures without you. [He doesn't quite smile but his face looks...more open, somehow.] Come on, you're better at them than me anyway. And for this, I was going to go find you after I did something about my arm, which, actually...caaaan we find the sick bay? I really don't want to clot the fibres of my shirt into my shoulder.

Of course you were. [Amy echoes his statement and puts a lot of conviction into it. She's entitled to him telling her, right? So if there's still some doubt nagging, if she's still worried, she does't have to admit that to anyone, much less herself.]

Right. Let's get you cleaned up and taken care of.

Thanks. [He smiles slightly and nudges her with his non-injured shoulder, in liue of a comforting...anything else. He starts to walk to the door and then pauses, and turns.] Oh, and...will you bring Fiona? I'm not sure I actually can go anywhere without her but she's inside, she can't fly.

[Amy nods and crouches down by Fiona's side, offering her arm to the owl.] Hop on.

[Conall makes the first move, running up Amy's arm and over her head to settle on her shoulder, leaving the other one free for Fiona. Fiona flutters and settles on Amy's shoulder, her feathers just touching Amy's face and Amy can't resist running a finger over the owl's breast, just to see if the feathers there were as soft as they looked.]

[Fiona makes a soft hooting noise and fluffs her feather, tilting her chin up slightly. Rory, meanwhile, takes a sharp laborious breath in, his voice a bit weak, his eyes wide.]

Is that meant to happen?

[Amy tilts her head and watches Rory, slightly worried, her hand stilling on Fiona's breast.] Is what supposed to happen?

It, um...

[He blinks and swallows.]

I.....I'll explain on the way. I think I want to have a hand that isn't covered in blood for the explanation.

[To the door and hallway! And Rory trying to catch his breath. Fiona gives Amy a pleased look.]

That was nice!

You're soft. [Amy whispers. Rory doesn't need to know she's flirting with his daemon now, does he? Well. Maybe he does.

She gets up with the two daemons perched on her shoulders and follows Rory.]

[Rory is just not trying to think about how hyper-aware he is of the fact that Fiona is even standing on Amy's shoulder. Snuggling up to her. Stupid daemon, being in love with Amy as well. It's really distracting, and he has to keep catching himself from walking the wrong direction.]

Am I? Thanks. [Fiona whispers back, and then carefully leans over to run her beak through Amy's hair.]

Seriously, Rory, you alright there? [He's sort of walking funny. At least they're almost at the sick bay of the TARDIS.]

Yeaaaah. Fine. Ish. Mostly fine.

[Oh, thank god, the sickbay. He manages to not stagger in and goes straight to the sink, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he does. With the other one, he turns on the water, and then cleans his hands.]

So...basically, it feels kind of....weird when you touch Fiona.

[He carefully peels the shirt off his left shoulder--ahh, that's a bit of a mess--and then kind of...shakes it off his right arm. Cloth and...warm water first, probably, and he starts cleaning off his shoulder.]

Weird? [Watching him.] Weird how?

Well...nice weird. [He focusses on getting the rest of the blood off his shoulder so he doesn't have to look at her while he says it. It might be one of her bad reaction days.] Sort of...good, actually. [Oh, good, the gouges are actually fairly shallow. No serious damage. Just...a lot of bleeding. He lets the cloth stay on his shoulder as he goes for another cloth and some disinfectant, which is helpfully labelled 'The One For Humans'.]

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