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[hypoxic]

[He finally holsters his gun again, tucking it into a compartment in his slouchy sportsjacket.]

I've got enough room to worry about a lot of different things at the same time.

[alsoagirl]

[ Finally, she glances at him. She's searching for anything that'll prove he's going to do something to hurt her. The search proves fruitless. ]

I wonder sometimes.

[ She turns to face him, still guarded, but her stance and expression show a tad bit of willingness to be receptive. ]

Sorry. And thanks. But if you come 'round my room wavin' a gun again, I won't be so nice. Besides. [ She gives a small smile. ] My roomies are nice. And nearby. You don't have to come runnin' in on your white horse all the time.

[hypoxic]

Don't joke about corpses and I won't have to go anywhere.

[He still lets his eye roam about her room, just in case there's a reason for her answer to be falsified under duress.]

But I'll come when you call. Every time.

[alsoagirl]

[ A snort. ] Forgive me for developin' a morbid sense of humor.

[ She then waves him off, finding it too hard to acknowledge his extreme selflessness. ] Go on. I'm fine. I'm sure the library needs you more.