"You're preaching to the fuckin' choir there," South says with a shake of her head, folding her arms loosely. "I'd leave if I could, but doesn't look like I get that choice."
Even she can't help the amused smirk that settles on her face at the two youngsters' antics. South knows adorable kid shenanigans when she sees them, and its funny to see Brand, of all people, as a kid, play-fighting with his lifelong partner after coming to check on him after a nightmare.
"Y'know, my brother used to climb down from the top bunk to mine when I had a nightmare. Didn't do a fuckin' perimeter sweep, though," she says, snickering just a little, before her head tilts just slightly.
They were in separate rooms. How did Brand even know Rune was having a nightmare? She doesn't ask, not right off, because that feels like it violates their 'we don't talk about shit' agreement—though she is apparently in his head right now, which makes that feel a bit of a null point.
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"You're preaching to the fuckin' choir there," South says with a shake of her head, folding her arms loosely. "I'd leave if I could, but doesn't look like I get that choice."
Even she can't help the amused smirk that settles on her face at the two youngsters' antics. South knows adorable kid shenanigans when she sees them, and its funny to see Brand, of all people, as a kid, play-fighting with his lifelong partner after coming to check on him after a nightmare.
"Y'know, my brother used to climb down from the top bunk to mine when I had a nightmare. Didn't do a fuckin' perimeter sweep, though," she says, snickering just a little, before her head tilts just slightly.
They were in separate rooms. How did Brand even know Rune was having a nightmare? She doesn't ask, not right off, because that feels like it violates their 'we don't talk about shit' agreement—though she is apparently in his head right now, which makes that feel a bit of a null point.