I'm not overly concerned. [He mutters quietly into his drink. It's just the whole crashing part is somehow worse because of what happened at the Gulch.]
Look, I know the whole 'big-badass-Freelancer that doesn't need any help' is kinda your thing... but you don't actually have to do everything on your own.
[Whatever else they are or aren't, they're still a team as far as he's concerned.]
[He shrugs and fishes around the bowl for an intact pretzel.]
Hey, I'm spotting. How hard can it be?
[He just has to stand there and say vaguely encouraging things unless she actually needs his help... right? It's not like he volunteered to actually work out too.]
[He considers it and then shrugs. On one hand running sucks. On the other, she's admitted that she's not at her best... and he's buzzed enough to completely overestimate his odds at beating her at anything.]
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So, what can I do to help?
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Mm...nothing? I'm fine. I'll be fine.
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Look, I know the whole 'big-badass-Freelancer that doesn't need any help' is kinda your thing... but you don't actually have to do everything on your own.
[Whatever else they are or aren't, they're still a team as far as he's concerned.]
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I know that. I do.
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Yeah, sure. Absolutely.
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[He gives her a crooked, just starting to get properly buzzed smile.]
And I'm going to hold you to that too. So no thinking I'm going to forget about it or let you back out.
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I'll hold you to it, too, so no wimping out.
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Hey, I'm spotting. How hard can it be?
[He just has to stand there and say vaguely encouraging things unless she actually needs his help... right? It's not like he volunteered to actually work out too.]
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I guess we'll see.
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[He sips.]
Wait. You know I'm just spotting you... right.
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We'll see.
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[He rolls his eyes but he's not snarking in a bitchy way.]
I know you haven't seen it yet... but this body is in good shape already.
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[ She's still smiling, though. ]
Want to go head-to-head?
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[He snerks and holds up the glass in a little mock salute. But her question has him raise a curious eyebrow.]
Are we talking a 'who can do the most squats' head-to-head... or the 'you're going to kick my ass' kind?
[Not a no, just curious.]
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I could be persuaded into the latter, but I did mean like competition. Want to race?
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[He considers it and then shrugs. On one hand running sucks. On the other, she's admitted that she's not at her best... and he's buzzed enough to completely overestimate his odds at beating her at anything.]
Yeah, okay. Why not?
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Tomorrow, then.
[ She tips back the end of her drink, then rests her chin on her hand. ]
Mm. I forgot my tolerance is lower, too.
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[He's just going to join her in finishing his drink now.]
Oh yeah? That mean I actually have a chance to not be drunk under the table...
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You have a chance.
[ She sighs. ]
I'd get another but I'd probably be literally falling-down drunk then.
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[He grins like an idiot. After all a chance is probably as good as it's ever going to get.]
Yeah, 'prolly. I'm not gunna be in any better shape for carryin' you.
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It's be funny to try to make you...but since I'd be too drunk to enjoy the results, I think I'll pass.
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[For science, obviously. He almost looks wistful for all of three seconds, before snapping out of it.]
What this place needs is taxis. I mean, they have the rail lines but no taxis. Have you seen a single taxi here?
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No, actually. Which seems like a real oversight.
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[Hang on, his plan has a bigger flaw than just where to drive.]
Or I could actually put up with people for that long.
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