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Looks like there's something going around. I don't know if it's contagious or not, that's a job for the doctors and scientists among us, but seems like we'll all do better if we stay in touch.

Does everyone have someone who'll come looking if they go radio silent? If not, let me know. I'll keep eyes out. Maybe they'll even be my own.

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If I say I am, will you be careful? Can't take a girl out dancing if you're laid up with scarlet fever or whatever it is.

We're both at risk, so we'll both be careful, okay? I wish I could spend this time trying to learn how to dance better.

I guess that arrangement works for me. I'll help you practice. When we're through this.

I was going to joke about doing the jiggerbug, but even I'm not that old.

You could always ask Steve. He is, in fact, that old.

You, however, are not. Next to our resident centenarian, you're practically a teenager, anyway

If he lived those years, maybe, but he was frozen at a young age. I've lived all almost fifty of mine. I've been told that fifty is the new forty though.

It is. And you wear it well.

[Blushing] Oh, thanks. Maybe it's all that running.

Tony told me that the age limit before it becomes creepy is half your age plus seven, so we just made it, kid.

Kid, huh?

[Lucky you're cute, Banner.]

Leaving out Tony and his complete lack of room to talk...

Age rules for dating are a little parochial, don't you think? Or should I be more concerned about the time you and Dr. Crusher are spending together these days?

Kid because of our drink conversation? You've got lousy taste in men, kid? [help] You're not a kid, you're very mature for your age. Which is a mature age. Not too mature. Not that there's anything wrong with mature. [SOS send help.] You might be more mature than me at the moment.

There's no one in any world you would have to be concerned about.

[No, send help here, because she is dying. This place is weird and dangerous and not at all where she should be, but she can definitely see it has its moments.]

Wow, easy there, Bruce, don't want you to sprain anything.

You are cute when you get flustered, but I feel guilty doing it via text. It's unfair.

I love how I was more panicked for a moment about your text than the illness.

You know me, always happy to help.

Do you have any ideas yet about what it is? I've only heard about three or four people sick so far, but it already feels like a 'so far' is necessary.

A so far is necessary. It's contagious that much is clear, and since we have no specific ideas yet, it has the time to grow. I don't know that I would say I'm extremely worried quite yet, flus can transfer like this and can be naturally healed from. But if that doesn't happen, we don't have as many options for treatment.

What I am worried about is that nothing can be taken at face value in this situation we're in. This could be a natural cause, or it could be a test of some kind.

And without better diagnostic equipment, it's hard to tell. Not that that would help with the latter, either.

Is there anything I can get or do to help? I'm still figuring out things here, I don't have any commitments or obligations to get in the way. And someone has to keep you from doing everything yourself.

Beverly's been here longer than I have, and she's a professional doctor, so I'm working for her at this point. I think mostly just keep an eye for more people being sick and be ready to check yourself in if you get sick. And not be stubborn about it.

Who, me? Stubborn? Clearly you have me mistaken for someone else.

I'll keep both eyes out. I'll message Beverly, too, in case she needs anything, either. And I'll be stopping by anyway to make sure you both eat and sleep. Can't fix the world if you go down.

Right, I must be thinking of another beautiful redhead who isn't great at accepting help. [like he's one to talk]

Speed is of the essence, these things can move fast, and yes, there is an advanced possibility the two of us get sick, and then we'd all be in serious trouble. But that's worst case scenario. We'll be okay.

I guess I've gotten used to expecting worst case scenarios the last few years. Hoping for the best is sort of a foreign concept these days.

I'll try not to worry too much. Might give myself wrinkles, and I don't want to get old before my time.

Excuse me. 'Mature.'

That's okay, I'll just pretend to be the optimist for once.

Think of it this way, no matter what you'll never be older than me. I already have the wrinkles and the gray hairs. You have a long way to go, kid.

Edited 2018-11-16 19:06 (UTC)

I don't know, this feels like the kind of place that likes to give people gray hair. You think I'll get that distinguished temple thing you've got going on?

I could see you working streaks of white. You had blonde hair the last time I saw you in our timeline.

Wow. Things really do get bad, don't they?

It was short too and straight. Will you take offense if I say I think red just suits you better?

God no. I must have been desperate to go blonde.

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