Tao of Pants

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"Can I have my pants?" It a question he's getting way too used to asking. Depressing that.

"Why?"

He thinks about that. To be fair, he's comfortable, if pantsless. Yes, he's handcuffed to a bed, but if, say, she was pantsless too, that wouldn't be much of an issue. God, he definitely still has to be fuzzy from the drugs or the knock on the head or whatever the hell ended him chained to a bed by an amnesiac Vala.

"Because they're nice pants, and unlike you, I'm fond of wearing them?"

She eyed him, pursing her lips and squinting in a way that was both COMPLETELY Vala and absolutely nothing like her. Completely her because he'd seen her make that same face at his desert six months in a row, but not because she only gave that face to things she really wanted. Like RIGHT THEN. She'd never made that face at another person before. "Are you okay?"

She tilted her head then, skimming his chest and... lower before staring him in the eye again. "I'm fine. Just enjoying the view."

"Okay, now you really need to unchain me and give me pants so we can go to a doctor because you've never said that to me before ever."

"Maybe I needed to go to the doctor then and not now?" She smirked at him and curled a lock of hair around her finger, pouting just a little. "Everyone should stare at you like that."

He thumped his head against the pillow, wincing as it smacked a tender spot. "Can I have my hands back?"

"You're really not giving me very good reasoning here, Cameron, was it?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, waiting.

-fin-

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