[ She listens with a frown, anger bubbling away in her chest at the absolute unfairness of the whole situation. For them both. The future—his time, what-the-fuck-ever—sounds complicated but he did say something that clicks as he stops speaking. She's not the type of person to offer blind comfort but... ]
He's your partner, right? [ Her question has a certain insistence to it, more rhetorical than an actual question, as if she's telling him to have faith or hope or something equally outrageous in their current situation. ]
I bet he can handle his fair share of bullshit, even the human variation of it.
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He's your partner, right? [ Her question has a certain insistence to it, more rhetorical than an actual question, as if she's telling him to have faith or hope or something equally outrageous in their current situation. ]
I bet he can handle his fair share of bullshit, even the human variation of it.