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[t65]

[The video feed shows Luke in a bed, clearly in medical. He leans in, and, with a finger over his lips, hushes the camera.]

I don't think they want me talking to anyone. I think they want me to just... sit here. I, ha- what do you do when you're not supposed to... do anything? I mean, anything. They don't want me to- to work on anything, or fix anything. Or walk.

[Clearly this has nothing to do with the fact that he's already tried to sneak out of medical once already. He winces his way through a smile.]

Do you know anything about the big droids? I mean, the really big ones. They call themselves Cybercon-... Aut-... [He shakes his head, and then winces.] They call themselves a lot of things.

[He looks around, this time much more slowly.] But- shh, I don't think they want me talking to anyone.

[ooc For those of you brave souls who want to visit Luke when he's bored, concussed and with a few broken ribs, feel free.]

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[deal]

I'm already worried. That's not going to change.

[It's snappy, and she regrets it. The look on her face shows that well enough. ]

[t65]

But- you don't have to be. I promise, everything is going to be fine. It's- it's already fine. Really.

[deal]

You're hurt. Stop saying that's fine.

[t65]

But I'm not... badly hurt. I'll be back soon. [Sooner if he can sneak out tomorrow.]

[deal]

It's not like you're locked away or anything. I can come see you.

[t65]

[A little nervously:] I'd like that.

[deal]

[If this were any other time, she'd be amused at how nervous he sounds.]

I'll be around later. If they tell me to come back another time, I'll just sneak in. No big deal.