Hunter with a sweet tooth

"Do you always give out free advice or should I feel special?"

"Surprisingly this body had a few credit cards in her wallet. Though," she tilted her head to the side. "Now that I think about it the name on the card wasn’t the name of this body…." her brows furrowed as she processed this.

He paused, "wait, when you say 'body'--are you in a corpse, or somethin'? Or is there some chick stuck in there while you have fun pilotin' her around?"

Deanna nodded as he talked, taking it all in. She felt her heart tighten as he talked about his older siblings. It was a good thing she’d probably never meet them cause she’d have quite a few things to tell them…with her first. Older siblings were supposed to take care of their younger siblings, nurture them and make sure nothing hurt them. Not beat them down, physically or mentally. But she didn’t say anything because she knew this was hard for him. She just squeezed his hand and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss before pulling back from the kiss but staying close.

He was grateful for the kiss, for the gentle squeeze on his hand, soft reminders that he wasn't alone with his memories. He smiled, a hint of sadness in the expression, "you did a great job with him, you know that, right? It was a fucked up situation, that you guys shouldn't have had to deal with, but you dealt with it anyway, like a fuckin' champ. I may not agree with little Sambo all the time, but I know he's a good person, and most of the credit for that goes to how you raised him."