Redhawk Caldera I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty

He answered her fears clearly enough, but if she'd hoped to find any kind of satisfying answer, she was mistaken. She wasn't reassured and felt that familiar frustration, something she was quick to put a lid on. Not fucking this time.

Fennec moved, shifting herself closer to the opposite wall and further away from him. Turning, she sat down. Whatever. It isn't a big deal. That was an absolute, bald-faced lie, and probably one of the most blatant ones she'd ever thrown at him. But hopefully it was also what he wanted to hear. She should have known better than to fucking ask.

Abruptly her frustration fizzled out. Instead she felt an uncomfortable, empty melancholy replace it. The longer she went not understanding, the harder it was to fit Bronco with the friend she'd had before all of this mess began. He was here, but he was also gone in a way he had never been before... and she couldn't talk to him. Not about shit like this, or anything she needed to, without this sort of thing happening.

Nevermind.