( Time spent together has become a rare and precious commodity. He's been busy, he's been busy-busy. Up early, asleep late, breaks infrequent and personal time spent trying to build them a nice, fancy hole in the ground. Taking on a little too much in New Amsterdam might've been one thing, but it doesn't compare to this -- or to the stress he's been wearing in his shoulders and the lines around his eyes, still detectable through his amusement now. )
Rusty. Right.
( He agrees pleasantly, indulgently, so very sincere -- right before he chucks what looks like the world's ugliest, brown-est baseball at him.
It's not a bad throw, but there's some clear I'm throwing a projectile at my partner hold-back on the velocity. No offense, man, he's sure you can dodge bullets. It's just instinct. )
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Rusty. Right.
( He agrees pleasantly, indulgently, so very sincere -- right before he chucks what looks like the world's ugliest, brown-est baseball at him.
It's not a bad throw, but there's some clear I'm throwing a projectile at my partner hold-back on the velocity. No offense, man, he's sure you can dodge bullets. It's just instinct. )