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[cometfall]

He kept telling himself that look, hey, what? Did you expect Hunter life to be all glamor and epic battles from which you always emerged the victor? No, Comet, of course not, it was always going to be a lot of boring nothing most of the time, punctuated by slightly less boring and sprinkled with YES I HAVE DONE IT WE NOW HAVE A CANON THAT SHOOTS CUPCAKES wait maybe that wasn't the best idea.

It'd be better that way, after all. Less chance of becoming one of the casualties he used to see in the hospital.

But Reploids are fickle creatures and so even though Comet knew all of this logically, he was still slightly miffed that today's mission was a simple courier job. Simple, but extremely boring, especially since the package was heavy enough that they couldn't just fly back with it.

"They couldn't have given us a vehicle?" he groaned. It was his turn to carry the box, and while it was within his weight class, he couldn't fly. "This'd go much faster that way. Or, y'know, gotten one of the ground-based speedsters to do it?"

It was a nice day, at least. The package in question was a recovered batch of supplies from an old factory on the outskirts of the city. They'd gotten roped into it when Comet had overheard a superior officer talking, and he'd enthusiastically asked to see what it was, since after all one of his hobbies was ancient technology and he'd absolutely love to get his paws on--

And then the officer had interrupted him and informed him that if he was SO eager, he could go pick it up himself. Great.

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[synth_etic]

Arctic headed out into the hall, Synth following. "Ah, thank you," he said when they were out of the commander's earshot. "It's... good to have your support."

"Given your ranks and your skills, you did as well as could be expected. That's all." Arctic gave a small shrug. "Go charge. Remember what I said about training." She headed off down the halls without another word.

[cometfall]

"Uh... see you," said Comet. He looked back at Synth. "She's right about charging though, I'm totally beat. Let's go."

He was uncharacteristically quiet on the way back. First, it was finally starting to sink in that he'd almost died back there. Once he got past the coolness of surviving and them working together like that, it was scary as hell. And then the Commander's comments... even if Arctic had (weirdly? Unexpectedly?) stood up for him, that had still hurt. A lot.

Guess I'll have to be Mr. No Free Time for a while too... never good enough, I should have stayed a hospital tech, damn it all.

[synth_etic]

"Hey, Comet..." Synth said quietly when they were nearly there. "...Thanks for the help back there. If you hadn't been that quick with the tank I might've been totally overwhelmed. Fuck what anyone says, you did good, okay?"

[cometfall]

"I, uh..."

He paused, rubbed the back of his head, and looks down. He doesn't want Synth to see how much that actually means to him.

"Thanks, Synth," he said at last, wishing that he could just give Synth a big hug for that (he still wasn't certain enough of where Synth's personal space boundaries were, exactly). "I needed that. I think I'll be ok, I just. Yeah."

[synth_etic]

"Just get some rest, alright?" Synth smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully we're done with package delivery for a while."

[cometfall]

> Resist the urge to give your partner a big hug

You fail to resist the urge.

He couldn't help it. It was sort of an awkward tackle-hug... thing.

"UhthankyouandalsoforsavingmyasstodayGOODNIGHT!"

And then he was off down to his berth like a shot. Because Feelings.

[synth_etic]

Synth stared after Comet for a good few seconds, blinking confusedly, before shrugging and heading to his own berth. It had been... strange, to say the least, but hey, strange impulsive things were what he had come to expect from Comet.

He sort of was coming to like them, he admitted briefly before he plugged himself in.