023 - This is Not Right - Text

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse.

It was only when he realised that his bottle had been empty that he pulled himself together enough to reach for his communicator.]

[Private to Hannibal]

That was your sister, right? Didn't make it, did she.

[Private to George]

Seeing as you're up. Get me a bottle of Paddy's whiskey. Actually, you know? Make it two.

No questions.

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[orivate]

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal's voice sounds quite subdued, but his tone is calm and polite.]

No, sir, she did not.

That said, I owe your associate a debt of gratitude, and since he is not present, it stands to reason that you should enjoy it.

Private

[thinkb4ublink]

[It would seem odd, wouldn't it, if he just wrote back. So voice it is and it's hoarse and wavering. He's not in good shape.] Sorry. Sister of my own.

[He had no malice for his sister in truth, she was just too... happy. Happier than him, so he just didn't talk to her at all.]

That's Del Boy. Bleeding heart. [Whether that's a bad thing or not, there's none of the mocking in the tone when there would be normally.] I'll pass it on, maybe. [The condition being he'll ever see him again. He doesn't know how likely that is.]

Private

[cannibalmind]

[His hands are currently damaged and he can't write.]

Thank you.

Well, around my sister I'll take a bleeding heart. As for you, feel free to call on me if you find yourself in a tight spot.

Private

[thinkb4ublink]

Ok. [He doesn't really know what to make of that but he's not about to question it.] Thanks.