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❝ now listen here lass. ❞ hard as that may be, with how words run together in his mouth. eyes struggle to focus on her as the irish man sways in his seat. the bottle before him near to empty ( had been full when he’d begun ) he lifts it in playful salute to lena. grin cuts wicked across his face.  ❝ i ain’t never been sorry for being drunk. ❞

“I’ve got my suspicions that that isn’t true.”

Lena slipped into the seat beside him, ordering a club soda from the bartender. It was relieving to see the man again, even if it was in a hole-in-wall bar in the middle of nowhere.  

rain kiss

         “You’ll catch your death of cold out here.”

Stretched out on top of the Watchpoint, soaked to the bone, Puck could only grin. His nose wrinkled, head shaking as he added, “Nah. 'M used to it.” One hand shifted, beckoning the AI over. “Join me.”

“It’s storming.”

“I’m aware.”

There was a moment of hesitation from Athena, but soon the android sat beside him. The blanket beneath her squished, a disgusting noise that had her wincing. Still, the rain felt nice against synthetic skin. Her temperature ran high, sometimes dangerously so while she was in the middle of a project, and this... this was a nice break from her work. It would do her some good. 

They sat in silence for a moment, agent and AI. The Recall had been hard on everyone, as had getting back into the swing of being soldiers. And then there was Robin, who had anger in his heart but a smile always on his face. He was kind, even if sometimes it was only to her. 

“Who?”

His shoulders rose and fell. “Hana. She didn’t mean to, but I didn’t want to try to explain. So I came out here. Rain ain’t half bad when you need to cool down. Especially up here in the mountains.”

“It’s going to turn to snow soon.” She reached over, her fingers intertwining with his. Gently, Athena tugged, beckoning as he had with her. “We should go inside. Get warmed up.”

He grumbled, but the words came out with a puff of white that seemed to change his mind. He pushed himself to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. Athena sent a mental ping to the kitchen; a pot of water, heated up and ready for them when they arrived. They were going to need hot chocolate. 

She leaned over, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.