[ He's got no leg to stand on, here. No room for cheek or sarcasm or any kind of sass but- shit happens in the field. He's sorry. It's awful, he feels bad, but part of him remains uncharacteristically frustrated. Normally he accepts his fuckups with grace, leans back into blows given- drops easily, gratefully. But this time-
They won.
They completed the mission, he scraped by the skin of his teeth in more ways than he'd care to think. So he pushes back, digs his nails in against Locus' scalp. Mouths off. ]
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[ He's got no leg to stand on, here. No room for cheek or sarcasm or any kind of sass but- shit happens in the field. He's sorry. It's awful, he feels bad, but part of him remains uncharacteristically frustrated. Normally he accepts his fuckups with grace, leans back into blows given- drops easily, gratefully. But this time-
They won.
They completed the mission, he scraped by the skin of his teeth in more ways than he'd care to think. So he pushes back, digs his nails in against Locus' scalp. Mouths off. ]
What, do you want me to beg for it?