[And he's still thinking of how stupid all his battles must be.
Of course he got distracted from working on Red Queen in the middle of all that shit, and she's laid up on a small table in the middle of the room, towel laid down, with Nero, legs spread, tucked halfway underneath the table.
There's grease covering his hands, and he pointedly doesn't look up. Doesn't need to to know who opened his door without knocking.]
Sure. [Not that he needs her to go. Or she needs him.
And because it's Nero...] If you think it's a battle worth fighting.
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Of course he got distracted from working on Red Queen in the middle of all that shit, and she's laid up on a small table in the middle of the room, towel laid down, with Nero, legs spread, tucked halfway underneath the table.
There's grease covering his hands, and he pointedly doesn't look up. Doesn't need to to know who opened his door without knocking.]
Sure. [Not that he needs her to go. Or she needs him.
And because it's Nero...] If you think it's a battle worth fighting.