#psycho red

“You’re doing it wrong.” That was Andros, who walked over from the side. His gaze and stance was somewhat cautious, but there was a slight tinge of concern in his eyes.

“What the-” Virgil glared over at Andros. “Get out of here before I destroy you. I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.”

Andros folded his arms. “Isn’t your sole purpose to destroy me?”

Virgil glared at him before awkwardly trying to bandage his shoulder again. “Damn it!”

“I told you, you’re doing it wrong.” Andros walked over and took both bandages and antiseptic from him and sat down. “Just sit still.”

“I don’t need your help, ranger! I’m doing just fine by myself!” He tried to wrestle the items back, but Andros had actually managed a firm grip.

“You’ve been trying for the last half hour-I’ve been watching.” Andros’ lip twitched in laughter before he started tending to Virgil’s wound. “Now try to sit still for once, and try not to kill me till after it’s over.”

“Shut up you stupid-damn it!”

“Yeah, this stuff usually stings.” Andros didn’t sound at all sorry about that, though. “But hey, it’s probably no worse than getting blasted, right?” He sounded almost cheerful.

“Ranger, I swear to Dark Specter, when I get my hands on you-” Virgil started.

“So what’s stopping you?” Andros was about halfway through bandaging Virgil’s shoulder. “Even injured, you’re stronger than me. You probably could’ve killed me at least three times since this conversation started, but you haven’t yet.”

Virgil glared at him, then huffed. “Not in the mood.”

“You know, we don’t have to fight. We could be-”

“What, friends? With you?” Virgil snorted as Andros finished bandaging his shoulder. “Have you forgotten that your sister programmed me to destroy you?”

“My-how did you know about that?” Andros honestly hadn’t thought the psychos knew Astronema’s true identity-they were far more concerned with ranger destruction, after all.

“Ecliptor talks too much.” Virgil stood up, brushed himself off, and put his leather jacket, which he’d taken off temporarily, back on. “She just can’t program us to get along.”

“Get along...did Psycho Black do that to you?” Andros’ face softened slightly. “You can’t just-”

“Time for me to go, ranger. I suppose I’ll just say I didn’t find you today. Or that you tricked me. Either way, I’ll let you live.”

“You know, a thank you would suffice.”