[He flushes just the faintest bit and gives her a crooked grin.]
You should see the rest of it.
[He says it without thinking -that same bravado that teased Tucker about his switch. But, as soon as his brain catches up, he pauses and clears his throat.]
[It's almost funny how quickly that bravado evaporates when she does that. The touch a concrete reminder that this is Tex he's dealing with. Not Allison and sure as hell not Tucker. The flick is oddly reassuring though... even he does flinch just a little bit.]
Right. Sorry.
[He nods and takes a deep breath.]
It's just... it's hard to ignore all the memories.
Like being hit with a truck- if that truck was actually made of images and feelings.
[Most certainly 'not okay'. He takes another breath and a drink.]
I've been trying not to think about it all at once.
[He'd rather not think about it at all... but that's the problem with dreams isn't it. Can't control what you brain chooses to process when you're asleep.]
[ She takes a long, contemplative sip of her beer. Something she's never become all that great at, in her time in a human body, is concealing the emotions that show on her face, and because of that she wears the grief and guilt on her face. It's all her fault for failing him, for being unable to save him. And now she's even unable to keep the truth from him to spare him. ]
[He frowns when he notices the look on her face. It wasn't his intention to hurt her. Shit. He shouldn't have said anything and brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal.]
...Hey...
[He offers her a weak but hopefully reassuring smile. He doesn't blame her for what happened.]
At least I don't have to worry about not having a fucking clue while I go rampant.
[Probably not the best joke to make but...]
You know, I owe you an apology for all the raging bullshit I did. I don't know how you didn't kick my ass more often.
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