[ She huffs out an amused little breath as she obligingly tucks herself up against his side. ]
You’re worse than I am.
[ But it doesn’t sound as much like a reprimand as it probably should. Particularly not when she’s casually draping her arm over him to take his other hand in hers, tangling their fingers together. There’s so much warmth buried under that hard exterior of hers, utterly inaccessible to anyone except the two men aboard this ship. ]
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You’re worse than I am.
[ But it doesn’t sound as much like a reprimand as it probably should. Particularly not when she’s casually draping her arm over him to take his other hand in hers, tangling their fingers together. There’s so much warmth buried under that hard exterior of hers, utterly inaccessible to anyone except the two men aboard this ship. ]
You sure you can survive a few more days?