We won't be running into any more enemy bases on our own anytime soon, [ Rex murmurs. He doesn't let her go. She seems like she needs it even more than he does, and in fairness, he needs it quite a bit - he still doesn't feel secure with her, worrying that she's going to turn again at any moment, that she's going to crumple in his arms, that something else is going to happen because kriff if he understands biological warfare. He smooths one hand fretfully against the flat of her back. If she ignores the hitch in his breath, he will too. ]

That wasn't you. I know it wasn't. You wouldn't hurt me. [ He considers his previously broken nose. It had been broken a good few times before Andy headbutted him in the face. ] Not like that.

I know, Andy. I know.