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[dog_eat_dog]

[That she does very much like. She nods.]

My hero.

[stand_unshaken]

Fuck you. [There's no heat in it. He's just tired, and he misses her.]

I'll bring you dinner, tonight. In case you don't wanna see people.

[dog_eat_dog]

[Hah. She’ll take that fuck you over being called stupid or iced out any day of the week.]

You don’t have to do that.

[stand_unshaken]

No, but you only got the one hand. I'll bring it tonight.

[dog_eat_dog]

[No sense in arguing that. She nods.]

Thanks, Arthur.

[stand_unshaken]

Yeah, sure. [He feels downtrodden, he hates this, but he knows all he can do is give it time. Not pull away completely. He was loyal for years - he can be loyal longer, still.

He tucks the items away, then tips his hat to turn around and return the items to Yunlan. But, as he'd promised, he's back that evening with a tray of food.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Those hours are enough for Tess to decompress in some ways, compress in others –– she thinks about how much she would have just loved for him to really be in her corner, beat the tar out of Yunlan, thinks about how enabling her bullshit wouldn't really be being in her corner, either. It's an unpleasant situation. It feels somewhat insurmountable.

She answers the door, moves like she might take the tray from him, but thinks better and just steps back to let him in so he can put it down himself.]