There was a long moment where the words slowly filtered through whatever it was he was feeling, and then he offered a half-smile that was rather reminiscent of his older self. As though he'd come to at least some tentative understanding with himself. "S'a'right, aye?" He picked up the set of clothes he had sort of borrowed, then set them on the machine next to where the other Scott was standing.
"Ye still dinna owe me anything." And then he picked his own clothes up. "An' I'm still breathin', sir. An' what's yers..." He took a slow breath, "...ye've earned. Includin' the name."
He headed for the door, taking another breath, doing his damndest to mask the ragged, shaking edge on it and mostly succeeding. "An' I'll be a'right."
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Date: 2009-08-09 04:51 am (UTC)"Ye still dinna owe me anything." And then he picked his own clothes up. "An' I'm still breathin', sir. An' what's yers..." He took a slow breath, "...ye've earned. Includin' the name."
He headed for the door, taking another breath, doing his damndest to mask the ragged, shaking edge on it and mostly succeeding. "An' I'll be a'right."