"Before you ask, yes the Andromeda's okay, yes you still have your hair, and no, you haven't gotten fat."
Rhade just kept on snarking. Dylan had once told him that things were a little more informal on board the Andromeda than he was used to. It had been difficult to adapt, but 10 months alone on Seefra made him adapt. The harsh landscape brushed away his polished exterior, and the death of Louisa poisoned the hope Dylan had given him. Well, some of the hope. The thing about hope was that it wasn't difficult for it to come back. And Dylan knew just how to stoke it.
"For once. I do. And you wont mind if I enjoy it."
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Rhade just kept on snarking. Dylan had once told him that things were a little more informal on board the Andromeda than he was used to. It had been difficult to adapt, but 10 months alone on Seefra made him adapt. The harsh landscape brushed away his polished exterior, and the death of Louisa poisoned the hope Dylan had given him. Well, some of the hope. The thing about hope was that it wasn't difficult for it to come back. And Dylan knew just how to stoke it.
"For once. I do. And you wont mind if I enjoy it."