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[coffeebeforescience]

[She touches his skin as if it might scald her if she's not careful.]

How do you not plan a tattoo? It involves a good deal of sitting still.

[mouthshut]

[He'll stop his squirming and sigh, and just not look at her. Oh god this is going to get him laughed at isn't it?]

Not when you're duct taped to a table.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Just an eyebrow raise that he can't see...]

Duct taped by who?

[mouthshut]

[Not blushing, no blushing here nope.]

A pack of ODSTs. [And that makes them sound like wild animals, which really isn't all that far from the truth.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[sdjkghlkajsghkjdag

She has to turn away and clear her throat.]

A pack of ODSTs taped you to a table and made you get a tattoo?

[mouthshut]

Don't laugh.

[Please note this isn't him denying it at all.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I wouldn't dare.

[They're all about to die. She needs a laugh. Whether out of nervousness, finally cracking a bit, or amusement, she lets out a little choked chuckle that sounds more like a girlish giggle, in the end.]

[mouthshut]

[He just sighs so loudly like this is a big bother to him, but if she turns around she'll see a grin there.]

It was to thank me.

[coffeebeforescience]

[She replies before she glances back.]

For?

[mouthshut]

Taking over and saving their asses.

[He's a little more somber at that admission, the grin not there.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[You stupid man. She leans closer, resting her forearm on the bunk, not quite tall enough to settle her chin on it.]

You saved ODSTs?

[mouthshut]

[He can just hear that without her having to say it. He just sighs and nods.]

And myself. [SHRUGGING.] We were inspecting a freighter and...[Things went bad.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[Her voice is muffled by her other arm, bracing herself so her face isn't directly on the bed.]

And it didn't go as planned.

[mouthshut]

[He looks up at the ceiling at that.]

No, it didn't. Not at all. [He scratches at his face at that.] Insurgents don't take kindly to new protocols.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Oh. Her hand rests over the tattoo again, curious.]

No, I shouldn't think they would.

[mouthshut]

[It looks something like this if she's trying to figure it out. And he just sighs.]

Not the way I wanted to test out ODST armor.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Please. She knows the language. And she knows it's a bit vulgar.]

I wouldn't want you to try it at all. You're not an ODST.

[mouthshut]

[Just a smidge yes. He had no choice in this remember.]

No, I'm not. But it doesn't change what I had to do.

[coffeebeforescience]

[She's still amused by that. They held him down.]

No. [One more trace of the lines, then she shifts to move away from the bunk.]

[mouthshut]

[Shut up, he thought they were going to kick his ass for what he did!]

You're thinking again. [And he shifts around so he's sitting on his bunk.]

[coffeebeforescience]

When am I not?

Don't hit your head.

[mouthshut]

[He almost says something but doesn't and shakes his head as he hunches down.]

I won't, but I'd like to know, besides the obvious about John and Cortana, what's going on in yours.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Hm. She leans on the bed again, standing now on tiptoe.]

You really want to know? I'm worried. Perhaps frightened.

[mouthshut]

[He just looks down at her and nods.]

Understandable on a ship like this.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Turning her back to him, she stifles a sigh.]

I worry about John, whether or not he knows what he's doing. Cortana, whether or not she thinks as I do. And you. I worry about you. Us.