[ If his ribs are hurt he better tell her so because she'll find out regardless, she always does. And then she'll be - well, not mad. But irritated he tried to hide it from her. But she does appreciate the lack of needing to drag it out of him, because if he doesn't have the strength to lie to her she hasn't got a lot of strength left for dragging the truth out of him forcibly.
Don't they make a sorry pair, she thinks, and she reaches out instinctively, hand not quite on the arc reactor but on his chest, just next to it over his shirt. ] How bad is the reactor? [ Flat out ignoring his question until she gets that answered, because that is pretty fucking important and she doesn't consider anything of hers as important as that. ]
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Don't they make a sorry pair, she thinks, and she reaches out instinctively, hand not quite on the arc reactor but on his chest, just next to it over his shirt. ] How bad is the reactor? [ Flat out ignoring his question until she gets that answered, because that is pretty fucking important and she doesn't consider anything of hers as important as that. ]