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Prompt: Turnt down in the snow.

[A day has passed since their last catastrophic set back and while Gyro's words had cut some of the pain there were still a lot of wounds to nurse. In fact, Johnny hadn't said anything after they finished the wine. It had been a painfully long day and retreating to rest and quiet was, at the least, not unexpected.

But it was well into the afternoon and Johnny still hadn't spoken up again. Miles in the cold with dull pain throbbing through gun shot wounds and silence. They should have talked. They had to plan their next course of action (further out then surviving the day) but he just didn't have the energy. They had found and lost two corpse parts in the course of one day. How was he supposed to think about the next ones yet?

However, no matter how foul a mood there was no way he would ignore the needs of Slow Dancer. He had been waiting on Gyro to force them to stop and set up camp but it looks like he couldn't be completely checked out forever. And the afternoon wasn't getting any longer. It took some throat clearing before he was sure his call would carry through the wind and the snow but there it is.]

Gyro. Camp?

[Ugh. His voice was still raspy from all the ~~crying~~ shouting yesterday. His face was perfectly emotionless though. As always.]

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[There is nothing more that Johnny can say to that so he just nods. Coffee will happen soon and he will be able to just breathe and look forward again. Gyro's still here, both of them alive, and they are still in the race. Nothing about their goals has changed. They just have to get back all the corpse parts including the ear and arm again.

It shouldn't be so hard to be happy. Something he's told himself for how many years now?]

Yeah. [..........] You could have at least used the cheese.

[Johnny shakes the sandwich a bit. Please, don't go into it. He didn't get this far in life by talking about his problems out loud.]

[Fuck the cheese. Gyro gives Johnny a look; his usual at first, a look that says Johnny can make his own sandwiches from now on if that's how he's going to be-! But then his mouth flattens into a thin line, and he picks up his sandwich again to have something else to look at.

Thanks for putting the responsibility of starting this all on him, you little whiner.]

The cheese sucks. [So there.] All of it sucks.

[He takes a bite, thinks about how much he'd like to punch Johnny in the dick, and resolves to grow up and do something about this heavy, miserable stasis they're in. They've come this far, and even if the corpse parts mean less to him than winning the race, if Johnny...

Well. Gyro speaks without looking at him, because he suspects he won't be able to get the words out at once if he does,] Johnny, do you still want to solve the mystery of the 'corpse'?

[He's said almost these exact words before, and it's a similar response he's seeking; something, anything from Johnny that sounds like there's something left in him. Gyro can't go on going through the motions of his jokes like those conversations mean anything--after the way Johnny was when he returned yesterday? As if.]

Why are you still 'here'?

[For the briefest of moments it almost looked like Gyro would let it pass. That they could end that conversation before it even began, for however many times Johnny started to doubt himself during this race. But he never did. It was probably one of the best things Gyro ever did for him.

That didn't make the question any easier to face, of course. With it so blatantly thrown at him there was no way for Johnny to ignore it. But what exactly could he say to Gyro? That he was scared? Scared of all the times he has almost lost everything in so many different, horrifying ways. How many times has he come face to face with all of his ugliest sides during this race already? Could he handle much more? He almost sacrificed Gyro for some mummified ears! He might not have much experience but that didn't seem like the way back to 'zero'.

And yet he can't lie to himself. No matter how much he screws up his face, the prospect of stopping here smarts even more than everything they've lost. A blast compared to the still quiet, Johnny slams his fist against the table. For the first time that day he finally makes direct eye contact with Gyro.]

Of course I do! There's no way I'm giving up now!

[And yet.

The anger drains as quickly as it came and he can't keep up eye contact. Coward. It's his fault for underestimating how far the president and his men would go, but he still should never have hesitated. Their brush with failure was his fault so he owed Gyro some words.]

I almost ruined everything.

[For all that fist hitting the table is a surprise, Gyro doesn't flinch. He holds that eye contact like a lifeline and waits. It's good that Johnny still has that "hunger," Gyro thinks -- the "hunger" he himself supposedly lacked. He can only do so much for Johnny from the outside, after all, and if there's no spark left in him to kindle, Gyro doesn't know what he'd do.

So. Good start. But he doesn't feel the weight in his chest ease up yet.

Then "I almost ruined everything." Gyro frowns. He doesn't need to ask what that's about - the fool he'd be if he did, honestly, it's the crux of the whole thing. So Johnny almost let him turn into a tree. He didn't in the end, but by his own admission the corpse parts have given him purpose, and he had to throw them away for Gyro's sake.

So what does that make Gyro in the grand scheme of things? His stoic expression crumbles; he sighs and leans his elbow on the table and his head against his hand. It's the ball hitting the net, sort of, and it's abundantly clear that Johnny should never have to make that decision. Gyro isn't sure if he feels more worried or guilty at this point - he is the one who threw all that stuff in to get the parts...

Although Johnny did almost let him turn into a tree. Gyro tilts his head on his hand to look at Johnny again.]

Almost. Only 'almost.' [That's not much, but--for now.]

We're not down and out yet.

[What did he ever do to deserve Gyro? He had been an asshole his entire life and yet here he was given that final shred of hope to cling to and it all revolved around some Italian weirdo. Maybe only Johnny was aware of this, it's definitely something Gyro would deny, but that only made the current state of affairs worse. Well, he already started before and he couldn't let himself stop now.

Another sudden movement, doing it before he can think it through, he grab's Gyro's arm. As if a physical connection will help him get his point across.]

Listen.

[Just talk. After all they've been through this isn't the thing that will make Gyro hate him.]

Only 'almost' isn't good enough. I was completely useless back there! You beat the terrorist, you spent all the money! I would have died caught up in grabbing a gun even when you had everything figured out! Hell, I would have died months ago if not for you! And even after all that- [He finally falters here. On reflex he turns his head down, in a vain attempt to blink pinpricks of tears from his eyes.]

And I would have let you go. I really almost did! Not down and out? You were almost fertilizer! Just get fucking mad already!

[The vice grip remains. A blatant contradiction as Johnny desperately holds on, almost testing to see if Gyro will shove him away. He knows the answer. They've traveled a full day together anyway. Hell, they shared that shitty wine. But Johnny has never called himself smart before.]

[it's like johnny forgot the time sandman left gyro for dead in a fucking lake and johnny had to do all the work

Anyway. Gyro listens, like he has a choice at this point. This was the point, to make Johnny actually talk to him - it's working. He remembers the idea of "hunger" again and thinks this must be the honest difference between Johnny and himself; where Gyro can say but you didn't, Johnny can only say I would have.

Still.] Moron. [Of course he doesn't push Johnny away - he was never going to. He does lift his free hand to reach over and flick Johnny in the forehead, though, for emphasis.] You really think I'm not mad at you?

[He can feel more than one thing at once, really. He can. It's just that he's worried about Johnny this past day more than he's been angry--sure, Johnny almost let him turn into a fucking tree, but Johnny's been moping around and practically catatonic since then. That alone doesn't inspire Gyro's unconditional forgiveness, but it's a bigger concern than cursing him out.]

Well today's your lucky day, Johnny! I think you're a prick! [He pokes him in the forehead this time, a very aggressive and angry action that isn't just silly. Look, he's great at this.] But--

[annnnd fuck.]

When you were just sitting there... I thought, 'What if he doesn't get back on his horse again?'

[He worried about you, you ungrateful fuck. Take his meaningful horse questions.]

[That time in the river also had Johnny desperately crying and screaming that he couldn't do it. Another day he thought they were dead for sure.

Johnny is braced for much worse than childish name calling and forehead flicks. Even if he flinched at being called "moron". Gyro will never just give him a good punch, will he? And yet some of the tension fades. Mild as it is, he is angry. Anything is better than the ceaseless worrying and carefully considered jokes to lighten the mood. Hopefully Gyro doesn't start calling him a masochist or something similar soon.

And then worrying tone comes back but it's fine now. Even if the first emotion it elicits is confusion. So much so that Johnny looks up again and Gyro should be smart enough to not comment on the tears. But... Not get back on his horse again?]

The thought never crossed my mind...

[What would he be without this race and Slow Dancer? A pathetic cripple doomed to die alone. The corpse was his final hope to be more than that, but he still had Slow Dancer to get him there.]

You seriously thought that?

Do you know what you looked like, sitting there? [That's only kind of an answer, but it tumbles out of him before he can stop himself all the same. It's honestly good to know he was wrong, as much as Johnny's reply makes him look like the idiot here.

He will not comment on the crying because he wants to live through the night. But he sees it. That's not helping Johnny's case at all.]

Fuck, Johnny! Are you serious? [Well, at least it's easier to just talk now that they've started something-] You wouldn't say a word to me all day, you asshole!

[That is not cooperative race buddy behavior! Still, Gyro believes without question that Johnny means it - now that he's heard it, anyway. He feels that gap between them again; people like Johnny, and Diego even, with that drive they have... Even after figuring things out for himself, Gyro doesn't think he'll be able to relate to that drive anytime soon. His own drive is too different.

A look crosses his face that betrays some of his thoughts; that distance, uncertainty. But it's overtaken a moment later by a hard frown. Oh yeah, he's angry!!]

I said you could come with me on this race, not drag your ass behind me.

[The conversation almost breaks down right there. Johnny almost got defensive about his shitty behavior until he realized that Gyro was completely right. He wasn't by himself any longer, hadn't been for a while, and he completely excluded his friend for a while there. This wasn't the time to retreat back to being an asshole. Not yet.

So he lets out a sigh as he really sits and thinks about it from Gyro's perspective. Yeah, okay. There is no defense. It's not like he should expect Gyro to read minds or something, even if Johnny thought he was a lot more put together. He taps his fingers against Gyro's forearm, agitated about forcing those harsh walls around his feelings down.]

I'm sorry.

[Be a man! In another totally didn't happen moment Johnny uses his free hand to swipe any lasting tears away because this is a serious conversation. He can't be all weepy and whiny right now.]

I'm really sorry about everything, okay? I am an asshole. [And then the faintest smile, Johnny's version of a joke.] But this is what you signed up for by letting me tag along.

The biggest asshole. [Hmph! Gyro's apparently satisfied enough with that apology to nod seriously, like agreeing that Johnny is a rude asshole makes everything less aggravating. It kind of does, but at the same time... No, this isn't what he signed up for at all when he told Johnny to come with him. Company and the occasional Spin lessons sure aren't anything close to corpse parts and--this. Almost turning into a tree.

Well, he's not in over his head yet. Johnny should probably leave the bad taste jokes to him, all the same.]

Listen, just-- [use your words like a big kid next time? don't go off the deep end and make him worry like that? breathe??] focus on the path ahead, right? We've still got shit to do.

[And what is this using his arm as a prop? He moves his arm to swat at Johnny's hand - stop poking him, you weirdo.]

[It was only a day... A one day ~~depressive state~~ sulk is perfectly fine. Honestly, Gyro worries more about other people than he should. It was a good point most of the time but Johnny had no idea how he kept up that level of caring all the time. Maybe it was a doctor thing. This high level of compassion. After all, if their places had been switched he probably wouldn't have taken almost being a tree this well.

Even with the loud emotions out of the way Johnny was not ready to let go. There was a wound rawer than any bruise and even with all this frank talk he can barely look at it head on. He had said that the thought had never crossed his mind, that he would never stop racing but that was because Gyro was still here. Because he didn't go through with that almost. He still seizes up when faced with the option that his companion would not be continuing on with him. He can't lose Gyro.

So after that swipe he grabs again. It's the only point he will not concede. He has to hold on to him, just for tonight, since he almost let go of him before. This time he makes contact with that impossibly soft hand and it only takes a second to switch his grip from desperate to something more appropriate. Accept these turbulent emotions, Gyro.]

Yeah. I have to win second still, after all.

[He was only almost a tree for like, a few minutes... Let's just not talk about the actual, literal feeling of almost being a tree, because that's honestly freaky and gross.

Johnny grabbing his hand is not what he intended to happen just now, but after that moment of lingering desperation, Gyro finds he doesn't have it in him to shake him off again. Maybe he really is too compassionate... But they're both here, no one is turned into a tree, and things might just be looking up a little after losing it all yesterday. He'll hold hands in a shitty cabin for that.

He'll also wisely not say anything about it directly. Leaning his other arm on the table again, he points at Johnny with a little bit of his usual overblown seriousness about the race coming through.]

That's right. If you let that bastard Diego take second, I'll kick your ass.

[The very thought of his winner's position being soiled by proximity to dinosaurs...! Disgusting. He leans a little to poke Johnny in the head to punctuate "kick your ass" and subtly squeezes Johnny's hand at the same time. Unruly emotions... accepted.]

[What the hell did Johnny's forehead every do to Gyro? Not like he will complain even if he does make a face. Although it's equally for the existence of Diego. What an asshole.]

No way in hell that's gonna happen.

[Finally the tension that has been hanging over them for well over a day has started to ease. Even if the majority of it was caused solely by Johnny it was still a relief for it to pass. But with the loss of tension a rush of exhaustion comes to take its place. They rode way too long on their injured bodies, what a stupid thing to do.

With a grunt, there is no longer a constant chill to numb the pain, he plants his head on the table. Gyro had the right of it. This fucking sucks. Those assholes should die all over again for bringing guns to a stand fight.]

My sides fucking killing me...

[It's an angry mumble, not meant to be an actual complaint, but damn if it doesn't hurt.]

[Oh yeah.

They've been shot at recently, and only made a half-assed assessment of how beat up they were before the almost-a-tree incident. Gyro's doctor senses are tingling. But not here at the table... so much for finishing this lame dinner, too.

Still, prioritizing. He gets up without letting go of Johnny's hand, just in case he really needs to drag him bodily across the room.]

Let me look at it again. [go lie down, loser.]

[This was the most logical step after whining and yet Johnny did not see it coming. A part of him wants to say it's fine, he's been through worse (which he had), but it just wasn't that type of night. But he at least knew that there would be no dragging around or carrying.

There's a grunt that Gyro is just gonna have to assume means yes and a final squeeze before Johnny lets go to pull himself off the chair and towards the bed. At least it was a simple injury to his shoulder, it didn't even hit anything vital. It was honestly only hurting this much from riding as if nothing was the matter. But he was being cooperative right now so he starts pulling off parka and shirt to throw on the ground. The bandages are still all in place thankfully.

At least a somewhat soft place to sleep tonight would help more than hurt.]

It's not that bad.

[Oh good, no dragging. Gyro just waits until Johnny's more or less settled before following to kneel on the floor next to the bed and scrutinize the bandages. Thanks to what a great doctor he is (cheating with spin), there isn't anything seeping through that needs immediate attention. They should be changed in the morning...

He still gives Johnny a look - who is the doctor here, is it Johnny? Is Johnny the one with the authority to say it's not that bad, or is that Gyro?? That's right.]

It's not bleeding everywhere, so just keep leaving it alone. [Maybe they shouldn't rush out for an early start in the morning, then-- haha, as if that's likely.]

[Look. Johnny wasn't the one that got shot and bled out from his arteries. Compared to that it's not bad at all. Speaking of which.

Johnny nods at the very professional diagnosis and points at Gyro's arm. The doctor isn't getting out of his own injuries so easily here.]

Everything fine with you? You got hit worse.

[Don't go into detail about whatever the weird tree branches did, just tell him yes or no. He doesn't want Gyro faint from lack of blood or something.]

[Okay, he won't mention how he seems to have been mysteriously sealed up and prevented from bleeding out by a magic tree. He doesn't really understand that, anyway... Maybe it was a pity bonus for how fucked over they were. By a tree.

He bends his arm back and forth a few times, demonstrating how whole it is.]

I don't get it, but it looks like I made good time on this one. [It is sore, but that's not important. Look, he's not dying! That's the best he can do today.]

My ass is beat, though. [scoot scoot, babe] Move over.

[Before he can catch himself Johnny makes an actually relieved face. Savor the expression since any are pretty damn rare, especially an embarrassing one like that. Gyro can't know that Johnny worries as well.]

That's good. That means you're fit enough to grab the bedroll, yeah?

[Finish the act from before and carry the luggage over here. Johnny is preoccupied with other things. It's too cold to be messing around shirtless so he reaches down to pick it back up. He isn't gonna wake up with a chill, huddling be damned. He shoves it on and shifts as far to the side as he can.]

Any more and I'm on the floor.

[Thankfully they aren't both hulking men from Italy so there might actually be enough space. Being a short jockey has its own benefits.]

[Work, work, work. Gyro scoffs, like he was definitely going to grab the bedroll all along, and not just crawl into bed and pass out, cold or no cold.]

One bedroll coming up... [Or: he moves to go get it and shakes it out as he returns. Their lovely travel blanket he tosses unceremoniously at Johnny's head for him to deal with as Gyro meticulously gets ready for bed. Meaning he takes off his hat and leaves it on a chair.

Deal with his hulking self elbowing his way onto the bed, anyway. Whoever designed this mattress had normal-sized people in mind, apparently, because his feet are kind of dangling over the end... Ah yes this is luxury.]

[Just because life is shit doesn't mean it's right to skip important steps. Johnny is not going to act as a blanket for Gyro, thanks. Even when one lands on his head. Asshole.

Johnny is used to Gyro's huge self though so he manages not to give up too much territory. He will hold onto this sliver of bed despite the amount of elbows. But that doesn't mean he isn't going to get his revenge in an equally petty way. Gyro should have known never to give Johnny full control of the blanket.

Because he wraps himself up in it, purposefully holding it so none lands on top of Gyro. And with that he turns so his back is towards the other.]

G'night.

[This wasn't in the plan. Now he's barely on this bed in any direction and without any blanket, neither of which are okay things. He turns on his side so he's facing Johnny's back, immediately reaching over to try and pull some blanket off this rude little burrito.]

What the fuck, Johnny.

[Just because he got his elbows all over... That's no reason to do this. His steel balls will freeze, Johnny. His balls.] Johnny...

[Gomen, Gyro. You must feel the sting of betrayal twice in such a short time. Gyro didn't even want to grab a blanket half a minute ago and now this. If he was the type to be as open as Gyro he would even be chuckling right now.]

What?

[As if he isn't curling up to strengthen his grip on the blanket as he asks. They always manage to tangle themselves during the night but Johnny didn't want to keep up the pretext of sleeping back to back tonight. The warmth and steady heartbeat pressed against his back was nice. He can't say that out loud. Or even initiate it. So he presses back against him and holds on tight.]

[Johnnyyyyy... Don't do this, Johnny. Just give him some blanket, he'll stay, it's fine. It's the principle of the thing, he could just roll over and do without the blanket, or he could squish Johnny for being a little shit. But he hasn't gone as far as squishing him yet.]

Don't 'what' me.

[Even so, his "protesting" is half-hearted. He still tugs at the blanket, reaching around Johnny to feel for the edge of it, but that's about it. How hard would it be to roll Johnny off the bed and out of the blanket if he really wanted it? Come on.

Anyway, tug tug.]

[As if Johnny isn't aware of how easily Gyro could shove him off the bed. But he also knows that is something he wouldn't do right now. The doctor would never shove a patient out of bed. Probably.

Anyway, he might as well throw a bone. Johnny turns his head to eye Gyro. Is he really going to say this... Yes.]

You're forgetting the magic word.

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