[ dutch is the last person to play nursemaid on a good day. she'll stand by johnny's side if he's got himself shot again, kiss him on the forehead and tell him to get some sleep. she'll squeeze d'avin's hand if he needs the reminder that he's not a soldier anymore but a killjoy now, that he couldn't have helped what happened to his squad, that it wasn't his fault. she could bring herself to stay still for a while for pree or for alvis. even there, she'd much rather punch something or someone than wipe sweat from brows or make tea. that's johnny's style more than hers.
and right now? right now, johnny is gone and dutch is adrift and at a loss. there's no war for her to fight here, no aneela to kill and no khlyen to prove right or wrong. stopping by rhys' place isn't to play nursemaid, it's a distraction and it's wholly for selfish reasons. still, seeing him softer and more tired than usual gives her a moment's pause even with alcohol and anger that's easier than admitting pain making her brash and harsher than most days. ]
You don't look like you're dying, at least. [ yeah, that's the greeting he gets. ]
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and right now? right now, johnny is gone and dutch is adrift and at a loss. there's no war for her to fight here, no aneela to kill and no khlyen to prove right or wrong. stopping by rhys' place isn't to play nursemaid, it's a distraction and it's wholly for selfish reasons. still, seeing him softer and more tired than usual gives her a moment's pause even with alcohol and anger that's easier than admitting pain making her brash and harsher than most days. ]
You don't look like you're dying, at least. [ yeah, that's the greeting he gets. ]