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→ 10/27; tali'zorah
→ 10/21; marian hawke
→ 09/21; adrien arbuckal
→ 09/21; nathan drake
→ 08/15; marian hawke
→ 08/01; bruce banner
→ 07/11; elena fisher
→ 07/07; trish walker
→ 06/21; adrien arbuckal
→ 06/20; bruce banner
→ 06/20; bucky barnes
→ 06/19; elena fisher
→ 06/15; steve rogers
→ 06/08; bruce banner
You know what to do.

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This is awkward.
[She announces before she pulls away and instead slings a lazy arm around his shoulders like they're just having a casual friendly conversation and nothing serious. She's fine. Well, she's going to be fine. Eventually.]
Let's promise to never do that again. Casual interactions only.
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[ Learn this shit, Hawke. Still, he relaxes slightly as her arm settles around his shoulders. Back on steady, familiar territory. ]
But sure, absolutely. Let's just forget this whole night ever happened.
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[She keeps her grip around his shoulders firm, like there's a fear if she lets up, he'll vanish from her.]
Except the light up hot tub. I was promised that and I'm not going to forget it.
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Fortunately for you, I've got four. Actually I might just give you one, since I know there's gonna be more barf in it than I care to contemplate.
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[She glances down briefly at her feet, as if unsure that they're going to support her or even move when she wants them to, before taking a cautious step forward and then another. She's still unsteady but some of her confidence is coming back.]
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Great. I'll order a pizza and make sure none of them go anywhere near Pepper's art collection. A true party.
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But yes, bring us pizza we might let you spend some time with us. As long as you manage to act normal and don't talk about boring things like robots.
[Bit by bit, Hawke is slowly coming back to normal. There's color in her face again and her voice doesn't shake with false cheeriness.]
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I promise that you would not remotely like me if I acted normal.
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[Pats his shoulder like that's a thing she feels sorry for him about.]
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My deepest condolences.
[ Before this can get too sappy, he jerks his thumb towards the circle of tents and fires that make up the makeshift camp they'd stumbled away from. Everyone else will already be there, sleeping or not-sleeping, but a comforting congregation nonetheless. The chill of the lonely night air is starting to truly make itself known. ]
Now that we've had A Moment, let's go back and go the hell to sleep. We're probably gonna have to walk another few million miles tomorrow.
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[She replies in a mock grave voice. Then as he suggests sleeping, she suddenly realizes that she feels completely exhausted. So tired that she could just curl up next to some of the rocks and sleep deep into the next day.
She yawns, rubs at her eyes, and then reaches over to casually throw her arm over his shoulders as she takes a step back towards camp.]
You mean I'll sleep and you'll stay up late connecting wire bits to other metal bits while contemplating our state in the universe.