"Just my bunker gear. You've seen the pants I wear. They're thick and tough, but metal spikes are metal spikes, and when you fall on 'em from that height, with the added weight of a grown man, and all the other stuff I gotta carry, well, it's gonna hurt."
He leans in and pecks her on the corner of her mouth.
"All in a day's work, baby. I can tell you about all the times I saved puppies and kittens if that'll make you feel better."
With a lopsided smirk, he rubs her arm reassuringly. Sometimes being flippant is how he deals with stories like this.
Sitting back and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, he scans the floor for his underwear. He finds them near where the cats are still curled up together in Dug's basket. Plucking them up without waking them (one of them opens an eye but boredly closes it again), he pulls them on, snapping the waistband over the scar on his hip. He then pads over to the table in the corner of the room and takes a few gulps from Kate's bottle of juice.
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He leans in and pecks her on the corner of her mouth.
"All in a day's work, baby. I can tell you about all the times I saved puppies and kittens if that'll make you feel better."
With a lopsided smirk, he rubs her arm reassuringly. Sometimes being flippant is how he deals with stories like this.
Sitting back and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, he scans the floor for his underwear. He finds them near where the cats are still curled up together in Dug's basket. Plucking them up without waking them (one of them opens an eye but boredly closes it again), he pulls them on, snapping the waistband over the scar on his hip. He then pads over to the table in the corner of the room and takes a few gulps from Kate's bottle of juice.