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I'm not sure I want to speculate on if he has any particular reason for brainwashing Andy, besides Martin and I knowing her...

[ Particularly because, right now, she can tell Rex doesn't want to stay on the topic too much. ]

I'll be fine. Even if he comes after me, I'd rather it be just me than a bunch of people who just got unlucky enough to live with me. I barely knew the people I lived with, anyway- it's not like I was safer that way.

[ She still has lingering disgust in her voice, but it's faded. To some extent, she's defeated. She'd love to find a way to stop Woden for good- until then, though, she's just surviving. ]

My preference would be for you not to be in danger in the first place.

[ He glances around the apartment with renewed interest, eyes roving over the place, searching for what he knows to look for: blindspots, where to find cover, where one could reasonably find themselves trapped. ]

Do you have an alarm system? Cameras?

No, but I have divine powers? And I'd like to add that both of your suggestions are things I wouldn't put it beyond Woden to hack.

[ She's not going to roll her eyes at this or anything; after all, she knows Rex is just looking after her. But the general feeling is in her voice. ]

Seriously, Rex, I can take care of that shit. If you spend your entire time here puttering around like I'm fragile I'm genuinely going to lose my mind.

Fragility has nothing to do with it.

[ Andy's immortal. He's seen her take a blow to the head that would kill a lesser man immediately, has watched her be gored by some horrible wild animal, and she'd come out fine. One brush with Woden, and now she's dead.

He could say that. He doesn't. It doesn't seem worth it. It'll just make them both feel more like shit than they already do. ]

Others having powers hasn't prevented me from worrying before, and it's not going to prevent me from worrying me now. Here and at home. [ He worries about General Skywalker, for heaven's sake. He's lost count of the amount of times he's harangued the man about wearing some proper armour, the amount of times he's asked him to just keep his damn head down and practice some caution. He always rolled his eyes at him but, to his credit, usually complied with a roll of his eyes, fondness at the edges of his expression. All right, Rex, he'd always said, with the air of someone doing it because it would make him happy, not because he believed it necessary.

That had been good enough for Rex. ]

Do me a favour and humour me until the food gets here.

[ Surely she can manage that much. ]

[ Okay, now she is going to roll her eyes. That doesn't sound like he isn't puttering, to her. ]

No wonder you're the one taking care of a kid. [ She mumbles it, but not quietly enough that she's trying to hide it. She's teasing him, kind of, in a roundabout way. ]

Fine, go ahead and scour my entire apartment for security flaws. As if at least one major organization isn't already tracking us, in our own blood. [ She waves her arm with the nanite tattoo, as if to accentuate her point. ] I'm sure we can squash all attempts at kidnapping in advance and then settle down to a wonderful dinner.

[ It's a bit mean. But there's affection in her tone, somewhere. ]

[ Rex gives Cassandra a look that means that he absolutely heard what she said and has simply deigned not to honour it with a proper response. When it comes to his men, it's the sort of look that has them scampering off to do their duty, tail between their legs. When it comes to those who have become close to him in this place, it's the sort of look that just makes them snort, much to Rex's everlasting chagrin. ]

Thank you, [ he says instead, primly, as though all she had said was yes, I will allow you to scour my apartment. ] Then that's exactly what I'll do.

[ And she sighs and lets him go do it.

It does bother her, sure; the acknowledgement of how vulnerable she really is. But she's grateful, too, that someone is willing to look out for her in this way. Not that she'd admit it. Or embrace it. Or anything of the sort.

(and then later they ate lo mein and tried not to have more emotions and it was a good night and nothing else bad would ever happen to them ever) ]

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