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꧁ 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ꧂

“I don’t agree with either side but basically they’re doing the same thing thinking they’re right.”

“You know you’d be welcome in Talon, right? Moira does … questionable research and they fund all of it. The upside is you’d never have to sneak in to find me again.”

His eyes narrow as she smacks into him on his retreat. “You were watching me.” He simply replies.

Rosewraith.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ Pull the lever, Kronk!

He’s irritated, tired and going to sleep. Sometimes he’s reminded why he doesn’t keep many people around.

“you’re just like your father” i’m actually worse

He settled next to Aaron and rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a wonderful person and it’s your feelings they should be more concerned about. You’re the one who nearly died.” He gently patted his shoulder. “Are they really making friends with your assailant?”

He’s making his way out as carefully and quickly as he can.

“Why lonely? Talk to me, Aaron. Just be open. You know I’ll listen and I won’t tell a soul.” He frowned and moved to the bed. “May I sit with you?”

“Nothing shining about the armour but I’m always here for you, Aaron.” He murmured softly and then checked on the heart monitor. “How have you truly been?”

“They’re delicious. Though I did make her happy by making her potato dauphinoise.” He smirked and took a bite of his own.

He frowned a little and then shouldered his gun, making his way off the other side of the building.

He’s perched upon the roof, aiming and seconds later, the target is down. He’s felt eyes on him, and the rifle is moved… to point at Asari.

“I shall. She has a soft spot for the young ones, it seems. She even got me snacks too.” He half smiled and opened a drink he’d brought with him.

Opening his eye again and looking to Aaron, he opened the bag, and set out a veritable feast of French and Mexican snacks. “Sombra helped me pick these ones.” He pointed to the Mexican ones. “And she sends you her best wishes.”

The single exposed blue eye looked down and he then closed it as he sighed. “I understand dark humour. But yes, the important thing is that you’re still alive.”

“You nearly died, Aaron.” Came the stoic reply, he was clearly hurt though. He moved to sit down next to the other with care.

“It’s good to see you too.” Adjusting his coat, he set down a bag. “I brought you some treats… and a few other things.” He smiled.

Coming in with his arms filled with treats, he set them down on the little table before looking to Aaron. “How are you doing?”

He’s sneaking through the usual routes, eyepatch over one eye as he moved. Once he was outside of Aaron’s room, he knocked.