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[ss_buttcrack]

"For someone as good at giving out compliments, you're really bad at taking them yourself." Crichton playfully knocks his knuckles against Bash's arm. "You're good with people. Own it, dude."

[midnightroads]

"Maybe that's why I'm so good at giving them." It's a bit of a quip, but it's followed up by a bit of a sigh. "I'm just not used to being able to do much of nothing right, man."

[ss_buttcrack]

He almost wants to quip back, but the sigh makes him reconsider. "Hey, now. What do you think you're getting wrong?"

[midnightroads]

"I'm a high school dropout who worked as a cab driver. I can barely read or write, and I'm a pacifist so I'm mostly useless in fights. All I got is a pretty face and a kind heart, so I gotta make the absolute best I got out of those."

[ss_buttcrack]

"Yeah? Well, I'm an astronaut with a Ph.D. in astrophysics, dude, and who's coming to who for advice right now?" Space has served Crichton just enough humble pie by now that he no longer feels like those extra years in college are something to brag about.

"You really gotta stop selling yourself short. You make a hell of a cup of coffee too, you know. And you make one hell of a good friend. I don't remember taking any lessons on that in college."

[midnightroads]

"Mmph." Bash buries his face into Crichton's shoulder for a moment. "They oughta teach coffee in college, then kids wouldn't have to live on energy drinks during finals week." But there's a little laughter underneath.

[ss_buttcrack]

"You know, I don't disagree with you there." He wraps his arm around Bash to lightly pat him on the back. Bash's laughter is joined by a chuckle from him too.

"You'd be the best professor for the job. Hands down. They'd have a waiting list just to get in."