[ The next blow doesn't come. Instead he shifts back, far enough to reach for the hiding place for the lubricant, as he recalls from their last mission. He doesn't let go of York's throat, however. ]
They don't matter.
[ And that goes for every last 'they' in the galaxy as far as he's concerned. When he's found what he needs, he returns, dragging his teeth against the new mark. ]
no subject
They don't matter.
[ And that goes for every last 'they' in the galaxy as far as he's concerned. When he's found what he needs, he returns, dragging his teeth against the new mark. ]
This is for us. Just us.