Date: 2016-12-27 05:45 am (UTC)
fistfulofbullets: (Now Wait Just A Darn Minute)
He shouldn't be doing this. It pounds into his head like a war drum. She's too close, she's could be a liability in the field. He's supposed to be isolated, alone, kept away from them all.

And so that's why he lets her go, stepping back off balance, wiping blood from his lips as he tries to get himself oriented. He ignores the need between his legs, frowning at the woman.
"I'm not supposed to be interactin with you. Now leave."
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