[ It's strange. The worst part of this should be the way she's looking at him, eyes bloodshot, movements limber and loose with a certain recklessness that he never sees directed at him, or the way she's smiling at him like he's something she could eat alive, or the fact that he knows that she's sick, that any moment she might keel over from the side effects of whatever the kriff she got blasted with. For some reason, though, the worst part is when she calls him babe. There's always a lilt to it when she says it, as though it's half a joke, half sincere, but there's always been some sort of wry affection there.
The recognition's there, and so are the pet names - but his Andy's not the one talking anymore. ]
You're going to try to gut me either way, [ he snaps back. ] Don't think I can't hold my own against you.
[ It's something he'd say while they were just sparring.
But he'd never take a vibroblade and try to plunge it into her shoulder if they were just sparring. ]
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The recognition's there, and so are the pet names - but his Andy's not the one talking anymore. ]
You're going to try to gut me either way, [ he snaps back. ] Don't think I can't hold my own against you.
[ It's something he'd say while they were just sparring.
But he'd never take a vibroblade and try to plunge it into her shoulder if they were just sparring. ]