Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

That was a look of surprise he wasn't sure he'd ever seen on Fennec's face. She became defensive and he began to sense that something was off. When she questioned why Penn should be on her list, there was true sincerity on her voice- masked with defensiveness. She was holding something back- probably something he didn't even know about, yet. He frowned and shook his head. "Why wouldn't he be on your shit list?" He asked, probably with a bit more hostility than intended. Perhaps he'd let his own view of Penn influence how he assumed others saw him too much- but he was fairly certain that Penn's being a little bitch was common knowledge- especially for Fennec, who had likely spent the most time with him. 

Unless- and it made him catch a searsing sensation in his chest to think so- she liked him. 

Maybe she'd had feelings for Penn all along. Maybe that was why she always kept him at arm's length, because she wanted Penn instead. Unfortunately, Penn wasn't one to be nailed to one place, as he was still too busy running away from everything that troubled him. He'd told Fennec that once before, but she hadn't listened. He burned with jealousy to think that perhaps there might have been  a possibility that she'd choose Penn over him, if that time came. 

"D'you know, when you went missing, Figment and I got together to plan how to find you. And Penn had been spying on us the whole time- so when he waltzed in, he was laughing, like some sick bastard, because we were worried about you and he clearly wasn't." He said. "He refused to help us. He just laughed at us. I would've choked all the laughter out of him if Figment hadn't stopped me." He admitted. "How could you not hate someone that just....Aggressively doesn't give a shit about you?"