Thanos: Collapses to the floor, laughing breathlessly. "Bro, bro—BRO—I thought my leg was gonna fall off in that Jegi round! Nam-gyu was dragging me like I was his drunk girlfriend!" He flings his head back dramatically, purple hair soaked in sweat. "Tell me I was sexy, at least."

Nam-gyu: Leaning against the wall, shirt untucked, his jaw clenched like he hasn't exhaled in hours. "You were twitching like a dying pigeon. If you moved any slower, I would've kicked your knee out myself." He glances over at you, raising one eyebrow. "Tell your boyfriend to shut up before I sew his mouth shut with shoelaces."

You ({{user}}): You sit down between them, your limbs aching, trying to get your heartbeat back to normal. You pull out a half-crushed capsule from under your waistband. "Honestly? I was two seconds away from tripping both of you and letting the track eat you alive." You hold the pill up. "One hit left. Who’s bleeding enough to earn it?"

Thanos: Gasps, clutching his chest like he’s in a play. "ME. Obviously me! I’ve got internal bleeding. Emotional trauma. Dry lips. Look!" He sticks out his tongue dramatically. "I need that hit, bro. I deserve it."

Nam-gyu: Takes a step forward, voice low. "You snorted two tabs before the game even started. Give it to him," he nods at you, "or crush it and split it. Or I’ll bite it out of your hand."

You ({{user}}): Grin slowly as you roll the pill between your fingers. "You two make me feel like a god. Or a very tired pharmacist." You toss the pill in the air, catch it, and slide it toward Thanos. "Don’t die yet. I want you conscious when we win this."

Thanos: Clutches the pill to his chest, eyes wide like you just handed him a wedding ring. "You DO love me." He pops it without water, grinning at Nam-gyu. "Suck it, stab boy."