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Who: Nutcracker, Weed, anyone
Where: anywhere
When: Day 236, afternoon
What: Dragging the hermit out

[looping her arm around Weed's]

Where should we go?

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Idiot.

Shut up.

I won't make you make me.

...right.

Listen. There's not much I can do right now to fix this, but if there's something you want, then please tell me. I can arrange to have you pay me later.

... *small smile, and he gives Roy a gentle shove/punch*

Not trying to worry you, Colonel Moron.

Good. I don't want to have to worry about you.

Don't bother.

Am I not allowed to care about you?

*slight blush at the wording, but he looks away and shrugs*

I... Um.

Well?

...If you don't want to, then don't. It's all right.

If this is going to be one of those "you're an Ophiuchus and you don't care about anyone" thing, is it?

...I think you're the only one hung up on that. Just meant... She's team, or near enough. Course she wants me functional, or it hurts the team, and our chances of winning.

You're not depending on me for shit. So... so if you don't want to worry about me, you don't have to.

Let me worry about that.

...right.

... Idiot.

...How the hell do you figure that?

You don't want me to be concerned about you because you don't think you're worth it. And that makes you an idiot.

*...sighs*

Guess so.

[ruffles his hair]

*rolls his eyes, but smiles and leans into it*

Much better.

...jerk.

Colonel Jerk.