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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[donkeyballs]

Better. Almost looks like it's old self again, but it's still pretty damn stiff. [ He doesn't move to show her, though, and his hand is still wrapped up. At least it's obviously a fresh wrapping. ]

[ He also doesn't move to rush her. Instead he just leans into her as she leans against him, and presses a warm - but scratchy - kiss to her forehead. ] Don't you go worryin' about me. I got off light.

[marineris]

[Her lips twitch up into a little smile, and she wraps an arm around him, ignoring the stiffness in her fingers.]

No one's allowed to worry about you, is that it?

[donkeyballs]

That's about the thick of it, yeah. [ He sounded amused, like he was making fun of himself. ]

I'm perfectly capable of feelin' pretty damn sorry for myself when required, but it ain't, at the moment. I'm alright, and I'm feelin' better. Soon this'll just be another mildly traumatic memory an' nothin' more.

[marineris]

[That gets her to laugh quietly, and she straightens up to kiss his cheek, his beard scratching against her skin. God, she's glad he's here.]

Whatever you say, sailor. I'll let you get away with it this time.