There was a little yelp as he was poked, a scowl over his lips. "Anything in the kitchen is like amusement park for Grif. And you'll just do like a hundred laps around it. Stop ruining the joke."
He let his eyes settle to Locus, heard that cautious step in his voice. Okay, he expected it, was fucking glad for that, really; maybe he'd know how important it was that he didn't start shit. The ground still shook with aftershocks in this mess, and it wouldn't go away, not yet, not for awhile. But all earthquakes stopped at some point. The earth always stilled.
Maybe this would, too.
"You know I can't handle Hurt Wash on my own." There was a roll of his shoulders as he rested his hand against the Freelancer's shoulder; he wanted to comb his fingers through his hair, but fuck, touching him anywhere above the shoulders? Yeah, that terrified him. "He's a stubborn little shit and he's not going to listen to me. But, maybe he'll actually pay attention to someone stronger than him."
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He let his eyes settle to Locus, heard that cautious step in his voice. Okay, he expected it, was fucking glad for that, really; maybe he'd know how important it was that he didn't start shit. The ground still shook with aftershocks in this mess, and it wouldn't go away, not yet, not for awhile. But all earthquakes stopped at some point. The earth always stilled.
Maybe this would, too.
"You know I can't handle Hurt Wash on my own." There was a roll of his shoulders as he rested his hand against the Freelancer's shoulder; he wanted to comb his fingers through his hair, but fuck, touching him anywhere above the shoulders? Yeah, that terrified him. "He's a stubborn little shit and he's not going to listen to me. But, maybe he'll actually pay attention to someone stronger than him."