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[Private to Jason, right after talking to Martha]

Where are you?

[Private to B'Elanna]

You busy?

[Private separately to Ray and Costigan]

How you been, guy?

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Not really. What is it?

Nothin'. Just bored. You wanna grab dinner oah somethin'?

Gym. Why?

[Doing one-armed push-ups. :|]

[Fortunately enough - for Patrick - he's not all that far from the gym, and is down there in a couple minutes, not looking all that impressed by your one armed push ups, Jason. :|]

Why didn't you go to the infirmary?

Because I like pain. It gets me off.

[That was his sarcastic voice. It means GO AWAY PATRICK I'M BUSY AND NOT AFRAID TO BE GROSS. Also he doesn't stop doing push-ups.]

Oh yeah? [Also a little sarcastically. Which means no, sorry, unfortunately it's my job to be concerned about you and I don't gross out easily, so too bad.]

How bad are the injuries?

Just the arm.

[His ribs are killing him but while he does not, actually, get off of in it, the pain is a relief, in many ways.]

Look, I know what internal injuries feel like. If anything serious were wrong I'd have gone to the infirmary.

[Probably. And now he carefully, awkwardly pushes himself up into a handstand. The fact he doesn't even try doing push-ups like that, just concentrates on staying upright, is possibly telling.]

[That got a slight eyebrow raise from the detective, because it is telling - he might not be Batman, but he still knows how to read people and actions - and he's already concerned.]

C'mon, Jason. [Not kid. Notice him trying to not piss you off?] I'm not an idiot, okay?

[His voice is tight.]

You're concerned. I get that. But I feel pretty good. I don't tough things out just for the hell of it.

[As if to prove that, he flips upright, making sure to land steadily.]

[Patrick's mostly neutral if slightly frustrated and/or worried expression remained unchanged at the flip, even if it's a pretty impressive move for someone with a busted arm and other injuries he's still not sure about.] Never said you did, guy.

Your ribs just bruised, or you break a couple? [It's a bit of a leap, and he doubts his inmate will tell him the truth anyway, but again, he's concerned.]

Just bruised.

[Vaguely, he remembers the last time he denied cracked ribs. The difference between Egon and Patrick makes him relent a little, albeit reluctantly.]

If I feel worse I'll go, okay?

[That's better than nothing, so he backs off on the issue. That doesn't mean he's leaving though, and instead changes topic slightly, looking a little more relaxed.] So, what happened?

Bored.

What's happenin'?

Not a lot. You hear about the ballgame?

What sorta ballgame?

Some fuckin' Mesoamerican thing oah somethin'. One of the inmates on board's some kinda goddess.

The fuck is Mesoamerican?

You know, like, the Aztecs oah whatever. Mexico, back befoah the Spanish showed up and killed everyone.

[Jason looks a little amused and a little annoyed, but he answers readily enough.]

That's what I get for socializing with a fucknuts deity. One minute we're all fumbling with the fucking ball, next minute she's just tearing into us like we're her personal sacrifice. I can't say I expected that, but at the same time, I can't say I was surprised either. What a psycho.

[He doesn't sound upset at all, though. Then, without really anything in the way of conversational shift—]

So, how've your lessons with Bruce or Dick been going?

[Because he's pretty damn sure one of them will have approached Patrick about it, once they'd been paired. His smile is sort of mockingly kindly, friendly in that special not-actually-friendly Jason way.]

Wouldn't know. [Ray doesn't do history.]

There any games comin' up?

[If Patrick was surprised about Jason knowing or suspecting he'd been getting tutored by someone from back home, he didn't show it, and instead continued on in an amicable tone, choosing not to go into specifics or say which one of the two had been training him.]

They're fine. Might even come in handy next time this place is fallin' apaht. [Meaning, it was probably some minor miracle he hadn't broken anything yet, because Bruce was pretty fucking brutal, even if he wasn't intentionally out to do damage. He actually was pretty black and blue all over, but long sleeves and jeans did wonders when it came to hiding injuries.]

Guess at least she didn't actually maim anyone oah whatever. Heard she got pretty fuckin' out of control oah somethin' a couple months ago.

Don' know if you actually wanna join in, guy. She kinda roughed up her volunteers.

Roughed up? This rugby or somethin'?

Moah like she broke my inmate's ahm and apparently took a chunk outta a couple other people before her wahden talked her down.

Why the fuck are they puttin' all these nutcases in wit' the rest o' us?

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