#oftroia

Well shit, how long had he been gone? Remy had a poor habit of taking off for long stints and then coming back to find new, unfamiliar faces added to the team. He remembered features better than he remembered names. Having been introduced in passing, her name actually did stick due to his...well...history.

You and the fates, Madame Baptiste.

"Donna," he spoke her name like a declaration, then repeated in a more questioning tone, hoping to get her attention, "Donna..? Yer phone."

He extended his arm out to her, the aforementioned item in his hand. Anyone who knew him would have thought him returning a valuable was unfathomable.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT WAS MORE RARE, THESE days ; getting injured to the point of... well, this. laying in a hospital bed feeling like he'd been trampled by an elephant and then used as part of a demolition derby afterwards.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he was definitely benched. definitely not in a position to argue against it, either. that had been the very first thought to come to mind. a healthy thought, right ? wanting to go right back out ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎( who was he kidding ? )

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎donna, more than anyone, always saw through it. she saw the way his hands shook, how he worked to stop them. his chart would kill any case he tried to make if his appearance didn't already succeed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ i've had worse. i'm only gonna need a couple days in here and i'll be right as rain. ” his voice is too casual, too chipper. his best attempt at acting as if nothing had really happened in the first place.