Hunter raised his eyebrows and then pointed into his cup with a nod, indicating that he very much wasn't going to say yes. He was on a large regime of painkilling medication so he wasn't a big drinker these days by any means (as tempting as it was to become an alcoholic, but the first time he had tried to trash himself after he was discharged, he ended up sick as a dog for three days straight following it) but sometimes, a guy just needed a bit of something. "Don't be shy with it either. And it's time I started breaking the rules anyway. I've lived by someone else's strict rules my whole life, maybe it's time to just live a little. Emphasis on the little, because it's not like I'll be going out clubbing for hours on end or buying a Harley to ride across America any time soon. Even if Billy Connolly made it look extremely appealing."
He glanced at her, lips pressing together wryly. "So, what you're saying is that you're not usually nice, so all of this with me is... the sympathy vote? Like, I'm the stray you picked up and didn't have the heart to send to the shelter? Don't worry, I know I'm pathetic. I'm still trying to figure out how to move on from the depths of pathetic and more into the realm of slightly miserable. Mom keeps having a go at me for wallowing and spending too much time alone, but it's one of those situations where until you've gone through shit like I did and saw the shit that I have, it's really hard for people to get that I'm not in the mood to be out and happy and sunshine and roses all the time. I don't want to bring anyone else down, either." He just had to laugh a little at that. "Well, if you and a lover ever need sperm or something one day, give me a shout and maybe I can return all the favours you've done for me. Which I do appreciate, you know. I know I moan and complain a lot, but I do appreciate all the help you've given me, and I'm not just talking about the physio. And nope, barely gotten out. Couldn't be bothered. The places I'm capable of going and being for a length of time are nanas and grandpas social scenes. What about you? Any special girl you have your eyes on?"
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He glanced at her, lips pressing together wryly. "So, what you're saying is that you're not usually nice, so all of this with me is... the sympathy vote? Like, I'm the stray you picked up and didn't have the heart to send to the shelter? Don't worry, I know I'm pathetic. I'm still trying to figure out how to move on from the depths of pathetic and more into the realm of slightly miserable. Mom keeps having a go at me for wallowing and spending too much time alone, but it's one of those situations where until you've gone through shit like I did and saw the shit that I have, it's really hard for people to get that I'm not in the mood to be out and happy and sunshine and roses all the time. I don't want to bring anyone else down, either." He just had to laugh a little at that. "Well, if you and a lover ever need sperm or something one day, give me a shout and maybe I can return all the favours you've done for me. Which I do appreciate, you know. I know I moan and complain a lot, but I do appreciate all the help you've given me, and I'm not just talking about the physio. And nope, barely gotten out. Couldn't be bothered. The places I'm capable of going and being for a length of time are nanas and grandpas social scenes. What about you? Any special girl you have your eyes on?"